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Pokemon Journey
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xandertron
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You have finally turned 10. You go to Prof. Rowan. He appears to be crying on the floor. "Gone," he weeps," all the pokemon are gone. Except Munchlax of course. But he's my only pokemon left. You are going to take it, aren't you?"
You have 2 choices:
I would, in fact, like the Munchlax.
I feel sorry for you. Here, let me borrow the Munchlax and a pokeball, and i'll catch one myself.