[Thank Nintendo for giant kangaroo dinosaurs. Ralph turns and leads them back into the mess hall. It's dingy and lined with long tables full of surly and scraggly individuals, all in grey or black and rarely white. Equally scruffy Pokemon turn and make eye-contact with Bossy as she trundles after them. She sends them hisses to reassert her position in the lackey pecking order.]
[The buffet isn't impressive to anyone who's ever had to walk down a school lunch line. There are bins of mashed potatoes, limp green beans, mysterious bubbling pots labeled 'gumbo' in marker, among other things in varying shades of grey and brown with flecks of green that could really be anything.]
[And then. Oh, then there's the glass-protected, refrigerated, well-lit case down at the end of the line with plates of Slowpoke tail, fresh vegetables, small pouches of wine, and other delicious things. But those things were reserved only for the highest of the high, the most reliable, the most underhanded, the most cunning...or the richest. Whichever. It's Team Rocket.]
[Ralph glumly grabs himself a plastic tray and holds it out for the hair-net wearing Machoke on the other side to fill with lumpy potatoes. Maybe he'd try the brown stuff today. Live a little.]
If you hold your nose when you swallow, it's not so bad.
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[The buffet isn't impressive to anyone who's ever had to walk down a school lunch line. There are bins of mashed potatoes, limp green beans, mysterious bubbling pots labeled 'gumbo' in marker, among other things in varying shades of grey and brown with flecks of green that could really be anything.]
[And then. Oh, then there's the glass-protected, refrigerated, well-lit case down at the end of the line with plates of Slowpoke tail, fresh vegetables, small pouches of wine, and other delicious things. But those things were reserved only for the highest of the high, the most reliable, the most underhanded, the most cunning...or the richest. Whichever. It's Team Rocket.]
[Ralph glumly grabs himself a plastic tray and holds it out for the hair-net wearing Machoke on the other side to fill with lumpy potatoes. Maybe he'd try the brown stuff today. Live a little.]
If you hold your nose when you swallow, it's not so bad.