“Ah, Jack!” So we meet again!”
“Cut the crap, Giovanni. I’m not in the mood.”
“The President and I are discussing a vital business proposition. Keep your nose out of grown-up matters…”
“I said I’m not in the mood. Fight.”
Lazily, I threw out Craig’s Pokeball and started walking out of the room while my Golem tore its way through his team, totally deaf to the furious cries from Team Rocket’s boss. Craig eventually caught back up to me, as did the president of Silph Co.
“Sir, sir! I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done!”
“Okay,” I answered, not actually paying attention to his words.
“Please, accept this token of my appreciation.”
He made to hand me a Master Ball, but I waived it away.
“I can’t accept that, Mr. President.”
“Because I already wrote down that I wouldn’t use that.”
He nodded understandingly.
“Doing a Nuzlocke, huh?”
“No, a Jacklocke.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Jacklocke has the prefix ‘Jack’ instead of ‘Nuz’.”
“Ah, I see. That makes sense. Everything is better with the word ‘Jack’ shoehorned into it,” he wisely acknowledged.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
“Regardless though, I’m required to give this to you, so how about you just sell it at the PokeMart down the street?”
“I can do that,” I agreed. “Will I get a lot of money for it?”
He laughed boisterously.
“More money than you can imagine. It’s priceless!”
“Master Ball? Oh, no. I can’t buy that,” explained the store clerk.
“What do you mean you can’t buy that?”
“I mean that I’m not allowed to buy that from you.”
“Why can’t you buy a Master Ball from me? I sold you a mushroom yesterday.”
“Mushrooms and Master Balls are completely different.”
“I can’t deny that, but that still doesn’t explain why you won’t buy this from me.”
“We just can’t.”
“You can literally give me one Pokedollar for this. I am totally fine with that. It’s just going to go in the trash otherwise.”
“I still can’t do that. If you don’t want it, then just go use it on a Pidgey or something.”
“I can’t use that.”
“What do you meant you can’t use that?”
“I mean that I’m not allowed to use that.”
“Well crap, this conversation took an ironic turn.”
So I threw the Master Ball in the nearest trash can and continued on my way, still salty about the loss of Wumbo.
To be continued…
Read the rest of ActionJ4ck’s Jacklocke Challenge here.