“Haha! And Bingo was his name-o! I knew you guys would get it- as I said, you guy’s are real smart ain’t'ch'all? Hell- one of you even got the exact gen, well done!”
He walks back on screen, clapping, and you easily notice his mask has changed yet again, he seems proud of your victory, but, not too long after he started, he slows back to a stop.
“Thooough- I can’t give you full points- No, no, I’m not in glitch city, I only go there when I have to. Nah, This is My Pokecenter.”
He pulls the chair back over to himself, hopping into it with ease, and he follows it up by kicking his legs back and gesturing around with his arms.
“Well- Technically mine. It is at this point anyways- Nobody comes here anymore. Not many people come to ’ridian now a-days…. ‘Specially not here. ” He looks around almost.. slightly solemnly? You can’t really tell actually
“But really, nuh uh, you wouldn’t catch me dead casually hanging in Glitch City, that place smells like rotting, bad B.O and…. practically everything else all at once. It is not pleasant- ugh not to mention how shit feels there- Touch a wall, feels like flesh, touch a different wall feels like a variety of different furs, take your shoes off, fall in quick sand- et cetera et cetera et cetera, complaint complaint complaint. Don’t make me go into a tangent about that place. Hell why d'ya think I’m helping god’s little reject get outta there?”