“<Now we do the hokey-pokey and we turn ourselves around! We go win your badge, dummy!>”
“<Yeah, that IS why we came here isn’t it?>” Treecko added.
“You guys fight… so that I can have a badge? I don’t think so.”
“<You know that a badge reflects just as much on the pokemon as it does the trainer. The trainer just wears it since us pokemon don’t have shirts!>”
“<I’m actually agreeing with Corppy here. We want to win!>”
“Are…are you guys sure? It’s dangerous,” Jeff asked again.
“<We’re positive, damn it! We know what we’re getting into; you’re not conscripting us and sending us off to war!>” Treecko insisted.
“Thanks… really.” Jeff smiled, touched that his pokemon would battle despite the fact that he wasn’t doing it himself.
“<Ok ok, settle down. Besides, I’m fighting first!>”
“<My leafy *ss you are! I don’t think you can take a gym battle!>” scoffed Treecko.
“<I can take you!>” Corphish threatened through a grin.
“Ok, enough! We’ll see when we get there!”
Corphish scowled at Treecko, who coerced him through a triumphant, confident grin.
Jeff turned around to Nurse Joy, who was handling a Sandshrew.
“Excuse me, if Daedalus… the Taillow, wakes up, can you tell him that I’m out buying him some medicine?” Jeff pleaded.
“Of course I will,” Nurse Joy responded
“It’s best if Daedalus doesn’t know that I’m out fighting in a gym. After that conversation we had I can’t face him if he knows I was trying to get a gym badge. Plus this way he thinks I’m doing things for others instead of selfishly getting a badge. I will give him medicine… except it will only be from my medical kit,” thought Jeff to himself.
Jeff turned to his two pokemon and suggested, “Let’s get this done.”