[i] Hoooool-ey cuhrap, wouldja get a load of this friggin' guy...[i] Breen taps his foot. Impatient. Breen crosses his arms. More impatient. This line of Pokemon in front of him? He'd have better luck at the Department of friggin' Motor Vehicles. Only, that would involve something worthwhile in the end; you see, at least after a good amount of time you'd get a decent used car or something. Here? Just waiting between a bunch of dudes that smell like curdled milk and then a cruddy job at the end. 

Well, hey! There's also that chance for death! ...only, not really. The whole badge and faintin' thing helps out a bunch. Regardless, our one and only hero Breen is at an impasse here - waiting for the line to proceed. What fiendish place would offer some sort of dangerous job to such a person? The Guild, of course! Where the hell else? The Pokemon in line with him practically dwarf the Mudkip, especially considering he's standing between a Machamp and a Salamence. [i]shudder[i] Dragons...