Clearly I had come unprepared last time and got off lucky. You, however, have made a grievous mistake. After transforming yourself into a neo alolan raichu you've lost your ability to fly, leaving you unprepared and, in truth, nothing but a little ant to the boot that are my squadrons of paratrooping quilavas raining fire down upon you and your "EMOLGA" hill.

Once the last offending pieces have been burned away I build a nice cottage and spend my days relaxing and building puzzles.

MY HILL!!!!!