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With that, I pack up my things and begin walking over to Laurel's house. Hopefully, she won't mind the spontaneous visit.

["Are you sure you're okay with this, Jason? It's not just Clawman's decision, it's yours too."]

"Are you sure you're okay with this, Jason? It's not just Clawman's decision, it's yours too."
I sigh, feeling guilt for putting him in such a position.
"Why don't you think about it for a little bit? If you're feeling up to it, meet me at your cousin Laurel's house; she has a camera, and I'm sure she's willing to take a picture for us."

["Okay. Here's how we'll do it. Do you have a picture of yourself and Clawman? I'll need that, and his pokeball. Then, I'll bring it to the bad man, as proof that I stole him from you. I'll return Clawman to you the first chance that I get!"]

"Okay. Here's how we'll do it. Do you have a picture of yourself and Clawman? I'll need that, and his pokeball. Then, I'll bring it to the bad man, as proof that I stole him from you. I'll return Clawman to you the first chance that I get!"

Are we walking? What's the assignment that people are attempting to complete?

I take a look at the students around me. How many are there?

["Clawman could be put in danger! Are you sure?"]

"Clawman could be put in danger! Are you sure?"

I ask sincerely. My determination to save my son will not come at the expense of my grandson.

"I need to make it look like I'm stealing a pokemon to gain the trust of those bad men. Stealing is wrong, but we have to pretend."

["Well, you see Jason, grandpa has something very important to ask of you."]

"Well, you see Jason, grandpa has something very important to ask of you."

I begin explaining to him the situation, as gently as possible.

"Grandpa wants to make sure daddy isn't in trouble. So he is going to be friends with some mean, bad people to do help daddy. And grandpa needs your help, Jason, if you're willing."

["Oh, you're a little roughed up, aren't ya."]

"Oh, you're a little roughed up, aren't ya." I squat down slowly and reach down to pet him.

"Here, let me fix you up a little bit."

I pull out my first aid kit from my inventory and attempt to apply it to the venipede.

There are few people i trust enough to explain my plan to. My friends and colleagues would never let me go through with it. But I knew the one person I could turn to, my grandson, Jason, would be able to help. Though he is still young, his head is on straight. He would be able to understand the gravity of the situation... And perhaps play the role to boot.

I try catch up with him as he is coming back home, after a long day of bug catching.

"You expect something so simple to hinder me? I'll bring you your Pokemon."

I try not to grimace at the thought. I knew I was on thin ice already, and this was my one shot at getting my in. I began going over what options I had to trick Team Rocket into believing I had stolen a Pokemon. For a brief moment, I consider how easy it would be to take one of the student's Caterpies or pidgeys.

There were plenty of wild pokemon around the grass, and the way those children treated their pokemon... Like toys, to be thrown away the moment they caught a new one...

I shook off the thought. In my heart of of hearts, I knew I could never stoop to that level. I needed to organize some sort of plan, a way to convince team rocket that they I was as depraved as they were.

"I'll meet you here tomorrow. Same place, same time."

"Old? didnt your mother teach you your manners? Time is relative, son."

I stretch out in the shade of the tree.

"That's to be expected though. From what I understand, Team Rocket could use a little more... class."

i approach him slowly, hunched over and holding my hip. this darn body.

"Apologies for the tardiness, son. You must allow and old man his time."

A gentle old man: a grandfather, a substitute teacher, and... a rocket grunt?!