William Bungus
Sinnoh Route 203
Bibarel (0/25) | Turtwig (5/5) | Tepig (5/5) [LOCKED] | Staravia (14/14)

Items: 3 Pokéballs, Pokétch, 1st Gym Badge (?)
Points: 4+1 = 5

"That is from being too close to the explosion..."

That's right. Keep him talking.

So will you follow through with your bluff, and violently kill two of your own Pokémon, whom based on your age, are probably infants, just for a chance to escape yourself?"

"I'm not escaping, you dumb idiot. You really wanna end up like that, for the chance to kill two infants and a kid? 'Cause I'd say that's a real good trade. I'd kill all three of us to put you in the blast zone."

On his periphery, the others were making minute actions. Hopefully there was a plan, a rescue in the works -- some kind of cooperation. Otherwise it'd all come down to William and his sheer glibness.

You can try to blow me up, but there isn't MUSH ROOM. You seem like a FUN GI, but you've got real bad MORELS." William had gone bizarrely off the rails and started taunting the would-be assassin with puns.


Luckily, he was interrupted when Pali’s message hit the network. His Pokétch lit up with, and the vibration rang on the inside lip of the cannon's barrel. It snapped him back to reality, if not coherence.

"Oh BOY! That's Prof. Rowan checking up on us! Looks like he's sending in backup, kid-killer. Do you wanna test my throwing arm, or are you BACKING DOWN??” William’s already squeaky voice traversed the audible range, sliding passionately, furiously from emphasis to emphasis. “You're running out of TIME, buddy! So TAKE the SHOT!"