“...three-way rock-paper-scissors match to determine who’s the new boss?” Silver suggested after an awkward silence.
“Very well,” Lysandre said. The Galarian Weezing gave a grunt of agreement.
“Alright. One, two, three, shoot!”
Lysandre threw scissors while Silver threw rock. “Ha! Steel crushes rock!”
“Dang,” Silver said.
“But does it beat my hidden power rock!?” asked the Galarian Weezing.
“Yes, said Lysandre, and stabbed him with a pair of scissors.
The Weezing deflated. “Bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Silver yelled.
Lysandre frowned. “Don’t tell me you actually liked him?”
“Nah, I just felt like screaming that. Anyways, I guess you’re the boss now. How are you planning to reconcile Team Rocket’s goal of stealing Pokemon with Team Flare’s goal of eradicating all life on the planet?”
“Hmmm… I suppose Team Rocket will now focus on stealing Pokemon with the potential for global life extermination,” Lysandre said.
“Really? How many Pokemon could there be like that?”
“Xerneas, Yveltal, Dialga, Palkia, Arceus, Groudon, Kyogre, Rayquaza because they wouldn’t be able to stop any more meteors, Regigigas, Jirarchi if we made a wish to end all life, possibly Necrozma or Eternatus, Gardevoir if we could figure out how to make those miniature black holes any larger...”
“Huh, didn’t know there were so many. That’s actually kind of scary...” Silver said.
“Here’s a scary question!” says Rayquaza, crashing through another window. “How is The Walrein planning to reconcile their wordcount, which has gradually been creeping up with every prompt, with the rules of the event saying you must submit drabbles of ~100 words!” they say as they reach through the fourth wall and yank me into Giovanni’s office.
“~100 means approximately 100 words! Approximately! Logarithmically speaking, 200 words is only 1.15 times the approved wordcount!” I yell as Rayquaza drags me away.
“Save it for the judge, pal,” Rayquaza growls.
“Artists can submit pictures, and those are worth a thousand words! This is discrimination! Help, help, I’m being oppressed!” My voice fades into the distance as Lysandre and Silver look on, stunned.
“Rayquaza, you fool! Don’t you realize that the Scrap Swap is about to end? I’m only padding my wordcount so much to make this last prompt last as long as I can! After that, none of you will exist any more! I’m doing this because I love you!”
Rayquaza gasps. Oh no, what have I-