usedlaserbeam | 016 | Goldenrod City

[The clatter of plastic against hardwood is the first indication that this recording is probably not intentional; the second is the fact that for the initial few seconds, there's no discernible speech, but rather just a cacophony of clicking nails, scampering feet, rapid footsteps, and the occasional frustrated grunt. Then at last, amidst the noise, a few sentence fragments become audible as they drift past the microphone.]

No, no, get down from th—

[Noise.]

Phantom, grab Napo—no, wait, that's Archime—the yellow collar, Phantom, grab it—

[Noise.]

Leonidas, don't eat that—

[Noise.]

Loki, I'm going to need that leg back sooner or—did you just sneeze on—?

[Noise. More noise. Some shuffling this time. And then, at last:]

There. One, two, three, four, five, si—wait, where's Mithras, he was just—

[Footsteps, shuffling, and then a moment later, a klaxon begins to sound.]

Ah, there you are. Well done, Arsène, and I appreciate having you on the lookout, though you needn't sound the alarm quite that vigorously next time. Lady, Aya, are the others still all present and accounted for?

[More assorted noises, shuffling, and the unmistakable squeaking of a mass of Eevees fill the air, and shortly thereafter the familiar purple jelly of a Ditto squishes over the microphone, and the broadcast ends—followed a little while later by a text.]

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Is anyone currently in the business of producing mass quantities of Sleep Powder — specifically, enough to put six Eevees to sleep for approximately eight hours at a stretch? If so, please respond to this message; I'd like to make an arrangement with you.

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