I need to make a small correction, Mister Blake. I am an independent sixteen year old that don't need no parents to watch my back. [[Listen to that playfully sassy tone. You're going to have to get used to her teasing, Blake. Possibly quickly, because it isn't going to stop for you to catch up.]]

Well, most of the time. Maybe that's a little bit of a lie, but really I am sixteen, not thirteen. I've got at least three years of experience on the kids you're referring to. Though it's good to know I'm just as adorable as I was three years ago.

[[Even if she's experienced enough bullshit to last her ten years.]]

I don't know. They managed to plant a bomb on the train between Johto and Kanto. They love being overly dramatic and extravagant with their plots. They could possibly pull this off.

Or we could instead consider the far more grim possibility that some Pokemon is fed up with our presence and is attempting to off us and free their Pokemon brethren or children, depending on if we're dealing with just some other Pokemon or their god.

But I think it's more fun thinking that Team Rocket is just trying to be the best they can be again, but will soon be falling short with nothing more than a gold star for their effort.

[[Oh come on. This weird Japanese crap was on morning television! Surely you watched morning cartoons like every sane person in the world. Who doesn't watch morning cartoons, this teenager asks you.]]