[Don't say he didn't warn you, Harry. With a classic Albert roll of the eyes, he obliges by launching into a rapid-fire explanation, voice tinged heavily with sarcasm and distaste.]

Yeah? Okay, Dorothy, here's what you're gonna hear when you get there. You've just wandered into a magical land called Johto where nobody's heard of paved roads, much less public transportation, ten-year-olds wander around alone in the dark woods with nothing but friendly animal companions to keep them from getting eaten, and some Nancy Homemaker thinks she's everybody's mom. Oh, and by the way, there's no way out, half the time physics decides it's tired of following logic, and you get a happy fun spirit guide, too.

[He scowls at the bird.]

It's probably that thing. Has it been hanging around you?