“Oh geeze, oh geeze.” Yanma repeatedly hit the refresh button on his computer. “I don’t like these results. No, wait they’re good! No, wait, it’s getting worse! I can’t handle this election!”
He looked at Slowbro, who stood staring at the computer the same way he would stare at a brick wall.
“How are you so calm all the time?” Yanma asked.
“Huh? Oh. The drugs help.”
Yanma shook his head. “Drugs? Wait, what drugs?”
The Shellder on Slowbro’s tail bit down.
“Ah yeah, that’s the stuff,” Slowbro said.
-Odemon #80 Slowbro
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