Trottkin looked at his new black plane friend. He didn't quite grasp the dialect of the colored folk, so he shrugged his shoulders. He grew some back hair to conclude the exchange. Turning back to his new Pokeman, Trottkin frisked the animal briefly but thoroughly. He turned to Jefferson the Momentous Ultimate and exclaimed, "Why hello, sir! Why I do declare it to be male Pokeman!" He unchained the half conscious Lopunny and dragged it before Jefferson to show off his catch. "I hereby do declare him DuPont!" He beamed a smile as bright as a thousand burning zeppelins.

The brief moment of bonding was interrupted by something stumbling through the woods towards them. Something tugging unwaveringly at its unmentionables. The air smelled faintly of old cabbage and broken dreams.