Clara, formerly a Magikarp, slaps a Pokéball into your hands with zero patience. “Move it!” she commands, glaring like she’s been your superior in a past life. You fumble, barely keeping up as she leaps onto a rock, striking a dramatic pose. “We’re catching them all,” she declares, voice dripping with self-importance. You glance at your pond. One flopping fish at a time, you think. This is going to be weird.
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