Ouch, what did I ever do to ULTIMATE JIRACHI!?

I speed-pass pay the HosPITal bill and find you on the hill. I then whack you with a giant mattress and then smother you with minty-fresh toothpaste. I then stick you to said mattress, sprinkle confetti all over the sticky mess, and then load the mattress on a spring trap that launches you into the stratosphere before you tumble back down into long-neglected pigpen somewhere out in Nebraska. Also, you happen to land body-side down. And as if it couldn't get worse, a pack of dogs comes just as it starts to rain, attacking your nostrils with the farm-fresh smell of wet dog.

I do a little victory dance, make some great iced-tea, and enjoy the comforts of Neo Emolga Hill on this fine, sunny afternoon.

MY HILL!!!