The thought of catching the wild Patrat was tempting. The thing was very lost, and the chances of finding it's parents were relatively slim. But as always, money was the issue. Another mouth to feed, body to keep track of, potential other expenses like medication...

He pet the Patrat under the chin. [color=f7941d]"You find the rest of your pack, alright little guy? They probably miss you." [/color]

[color=2e3192]"Zu-zu!"[/color]

[color=f7941d]"Come on, Screech, you know we barely get by now..."[/color]

[color=2e3192]"Zubat! Zubaatt!"[/color]

[color=fff200]"Electabuzz..."[/color]

[color=f7941d]"Guys, we all know how tight it is right now..." [/color]Malcolm rubbed his temples.[color=f7941d] "The little guy is gonna be fine..."[/color]

[color=92278f]"Abra."[/color]

[color=f7941d]"The free food isn't something we can do all the time, guys, not everyone is as nice as nurse Ali-"[/color]

[color=fff200]"Electabuzz?"[/color]

[color=f7941d]"You know why I won't fucking get one!"[/color] Malcolm shot up, kicking the camp stove in the process. The scream pierced the serenity of the nature around the group. Ex recoiled from Malcolm and Screech darted behind him. A few Rufflet flew from the nearby trees, and everything went quiet for a moment, with the only sound being a nearby creek's babbling.

Malcolm slowly ungritted his teeth and withdrew his hostile stance. 

[color=f7941d]"I'm sorry guys, let's just..."[/color] Malcolm sighed once again. [color=f7941d]"Let's just get the restaurant."[/color]

He pulled out their pokeballs, returning them to their spherical little homes. He slowly walked over to the camp stove, hoping it was broken from being kicked so hard. He completely forgot about the Patrat that was there earlier.