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[It's a normal day in the Goldenrod Rocket HQ.]
[Folks are lining up before breakfast to turn in their weekly finds, be they caught or stolen.]
[Among them is Wrath, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed despite the early hour. His sleep schedule is erratic at best and seemingly nonexistent at worst, but he never seems wanting for energy. He is brimming with excitement, practically bobbling in place as he waits in the line with a Pokeball clutched in his hands. He can't wait to get to the front of the line and proudly show off his brand new Abra, caught after hour upon hour of hunting through the long, itchy grass on the far outskirts of the city after receiving a helpful suggestion from Frank Archer. This morning is going to be a good morning!]
[Also among them is Rocket Grunt Carl, who can usually be found sitting by himself in the cafeteria because no one wants to deal with his snobbery and self-titled "meme lord" status. He is smirking broadly and tossing his Pokeball from hand to hand.]
[They are standing next to each other.]
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[It's very rare that Wrath addresses the camera directly without shaking it all over the place, and it's even rarer that he actually stages a shot.]
[But today he has.]
[He places the camera down on one of the cafeteria tables-- it's in the base, but there's nobody really around, and it could be ANY food-court type cafeteria really. He plops down facing the camera and stares straight into it.]
Envy.
Envy, look.
[And then he lifts a gelatinous pink blob onto the table, where it quivers gently before blowing an enormous raspberry and spontaneously growing a large amount of long, spiky green hair. Then it turns into a ball with a crude, cartoony approximation of Envy's face on it, and rolls in a couple of circles, making snide squeaking noises.]
[Chest puffed out, Wrath folds his arms and delivers the smuggest damn smirk that an eight-year-old can muster.]
You jelly?
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