Red: Well, that probably could have gone better.
Flora: Oh, it was going alright.. up until we got separated from all our allies.
Pyro: I think it’s going great! Get me some more Rocket goons to beat up!
Flora: I’m really glad I’m not actually related to you.
Red: I think we’re on floor three- it’s hard to tell, these spin tiles are messing with my brain. We lost Daisy and Professor Oak on floor two, and I have no clue where Bill went.
Kevin: We’re holed up in some kind of storage room. These boxes are all filled with hundreds of pokeballs; what on earth could they want with this many Pokemon?
Angel: Everyone, be quiet; a grunt’s passing the door!
Red: How many Pokemon does he have with him?
Angel: Two.. no, three… that Drowzee looks tough…
Red: We can probably take him if we catch him by surprise… Let’s wait here for a few more minutes, then-
Pyro: Ok, I’m sick of skulking around like this. HEY, ROCKET DWEEB! YEAH, YOU! COME GET A TASTE OF MY FLAME!
Flora: What an idiot…
Angel: Well, we have no choice but to follow him now!
Kevin: Sorry about that, dear readers. We’ll update you again as soon as we find Green.
Flora: Kevin, hurry up!