I'm serious as a runaway train. I'll prove it to you. With my fist. [He's going to regret this. He just doesn't know it yet. Dave walks away, heading for the backyard. He sets his shades down on the kitchen table along with his pokeballs. This is going to battling it out.
His coat gets tossed over the hook as he opens the door to the backyard. Stew for dinner tomorrow? Sounds about right for the chillier weather. Sparring in the grass in the cold?
This is insane. He sighs and strides out into the yard.]
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His coat gets tossed over the hook as he opens the door to the backyard. Stew for dinner tomorrow? Sounds about right for the chillier weather. Sparring in the grass in the cold?
This is insane. He sighs and strides out into the yard.]