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Ess yawned as he checked his phone through squinted eyes. Still no signal. How else was he going to broadcast to all of his followers? Then he remembered he was still in this mafia game, with the same stuffy humans and other weird Pokemon from different universes. Maybe he had bigger fish to...

Ess waved away the rainbow wheel above his head. He had laid quiet for too long, and in the worst of situations as well. For a moment, it seemed like he was out of control of his own body, since he couldn't move for a good chunk of that day so far, and didn't have any idea why. Maybe he had been...

((crap, hit enter too early)) ...just as an excuse to shut him up.

"Hey," Ess said, staring down the peanut-butter obsessed jackal, "I'll pick whatever I want. I don't take any lip from someone who eats outta jar like that." Ess glared at Dave, who finally started talking. As much sand seemed to be in his vag, he had a good reason for it. That Pokemorph stuff...

"Or, yanno," Ess said, picking his nose, "You could stop being a flaming douche and just play along for now. There's not much else we can really do except go with the flow, since everyone's pretty much a freak, including me. You ain't exactly helping by actin' all 'roided out, you know."

Ess saw the room hadn't reacted favourably to his little rap, and so, sat back down and observed the players in the room. He watched Hecto's expressionless face as he explained himself, and waited for him to finish before giving his own two cents. "Well, I never knew you legendaries were real...

Ess picked his nose, trying to distract himself to avoid falling asleep at the Psyduck's story. He waited for them to shut their trap before tossing his own hat into the ring, and after sorting through the walls of flowery language, he concluded that this Psyduck went off on a complete tangent...