*sighs* I'll be back in a bit. I need to clear my head.
Hmm....this could take awhile. I can't think of anything, either.
So...anything you want to talk about?
*sighs*.....okay. Sorry.
*rises* Then, perhaps, we both deserve to cut ourselves a break...and learn to move on from our mistakes.
*lowers head* You know as well as I, milady, that I require more training.
*shakes head* Nay, milady. I'm not so nice...I've been known to hurt the people I care about the most.
*tilts head* Then what am I? Aside from a dishonored warrior?
*kneels* What is your demand, master?
O_O...uh-oh....you win?! I'm a goner!!!
MEEP!...*crouches*
Alright....DRAW! *gets down on the ground and starts drawing on the dirt*
Take care, dude. Sorry we didn't get to talk much.
*assumes position* Are you ready to draw?
I....I don't want my freedom. O_o
*cracks knuckles, speaks in western cowboy accent* Alright, varment. You asked for it!
Freeeeedoooooom!
Makes me want to see the first one, to figure out what's going on.
Not much. You?
This is on the video phone in the Vermillion City Pokemon center, after Pikachu is sent to the ER: Ash's mom: Oh! It took your father four days to reach Vermillion city! You're the apple of his eye! Ash: *looks down, sighs slightly* Yeah, a rotten apple.
