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Brass is the world's second greatest plumber, and his life has gotten dull.
The water gurgled into the sink and Brass cut the flow after it failed to drain, again. He sighed turning to the west window. Orange light danced into the building from the setting sun, and the Goldenrod skyline shone with the brilliances of a Moltres.
"Gastly, I need your help." Brass pulled out a small statuette from his bag and placed it on the counter top. The purple mist pokemon floated from the statuette and grew to it's normal soccer ball size. It moaned in query. "I need you to check out this pipe." Gastly moaned again then disappeared under the sink. Brass looked once again to the sunset. "What a view, I wish I had such a view."
"Gastly..."
"Yes?"
"Gastly, Gast."
"Damn, are you sure?" It nodded its perfectly sphereical purple head. "Oh well, thank you Gastly, you can go back to sleep." Gastly nodded, and shrunk to squeeze back into its ornate white statuette, which gleamed yellow in the light. Brass picked up the small figurine and hid it away in his workshirt. From his tool satchel on the floor nearby, Brass retreived a large plastic bag. "Might be a bit big, but sometimes one should overcompensate. As the old man said, anything can fit in a big too big, nothing fits in a bag too small."
"Grimer, it's clean up time." The Pokėball's red light fadedand the puddle of sludge filled the sink. "Okay, Grimer, I want you to really get in there. If there is a single scrap of crap in that drain when your done, then I'm sending you back to my sister at the power plant!"
"Grimer, Grime." The two bulbous eyes vanished in the pile of sludge, and for a second Brass thoguht he might be able to handle the smell. He couldn't. It's a good thing he had already prepared the waste bag.
Once again he stared at the sunset, now from the balconey of the appartment building. The old radio tower loomed to the north, end he could barely see the Pokéathalon Dome. "I imagine sis in Kanto never sees a sunset like that." A trio of Murkrow flutteredby and perched on the next balconey over. The window pane slid open and the birds fled as young brunette stepped out. She watched the Murkrow flee, a glimmer in her eye. A Furret crawled out and circled her legs. She turned to Brass and smiled. All he could do was turn and smile back.
"I'm back, are you almost done!" The client had returned. Was he done. Wait, the Grimer. Brass dashed back inside grabbing the plastic bag. "Don't come into the kitchen, don't worry I'm almost done. Grimer, you know what to do." He held the bag out near the sink, and the head bobbed up out of the purple liquid flesh. An opening appeared in the head, and from it poored a mass of greyish orange sludge. In ten seconds the bag was half full, in another three it was done. "Good job Grimer, return."
"What's that bag your holding?" the sharply dressed client asked when Brass left the kitchen.
"Only everything clogging up your sink for the past three years."
"Thanks, If I have any other trouble I'll send for you again."
"I'll just leave the bill downstairs in you inbox." Brass closed the door behind him and headed toward the elevator. There was no way he was going to carry the waste down stairs, none at all.
"Oh, hello," Brass looked up, it was the same brown haired girl from the balcony over.
"Oh, hi. um..." What to do, what to do? "Here is my card. Brass Minstra, Second best plumber on the planet."
She giggled. "How prestigous, second best, nyeh? I'm Laure, among other things, I managed the garden atop the department store. Would you mind moving? I have to get inside."
"Oh, of course, sorry." No wonder he had dressed so nicely.
"Bye..." She gave a tiny wave her head and hand sticking out from behind the door.
"Bye." He returned the wave and the door crunched shut.