A week later, in a chic Lavender Town French restaurant . . .
"Remind me again how we managed to survive the impact," James said as he casually threw the waiter over his shoulder. "I don't remember much."
Meowth sighed. "Do I gotta tell you *everything?* Look, Armageddon has control over anything that might be a disaster- even a disaster for the Pokemon trainers, too. And it would be a disaster for them if you survived. So he manipulated Reecluze, who spun a protective web shield- which, when augmented by Armageddon's powers, managed to save us all. So here we are."
"Damn straight," Jessie added as she shredded the restaurant bill. "Man, this feels so good!" she continued. "It's fun to be really *evil.* Hey, remember Giovanni's expression when I started up the chainsaw?"
"*That* was cool," James said. "But now that we're not Team Rocket- of course, that fat prick *would* fire us before we killed him- we need a new name. Hmmm . . . something with R, so we don't have to change our costumes again."
"The Ravagers?" Meowth suggested.
Jessie shook her head in disgust. "That sounds like a cross between Genghis Khan and a dirty novel. How about 'The Rocketeers'?"
"That oughtta work," the other two agreed. "C'mon," James said, getting up. "We have things to do . . ."
" And Pokemon to kill!" Jessie finished the sentence.
Meowth followed them. "Just as long as the Pokemons aren't *me.*"
"Don't worry, buddy," James said, tossing him a Sacajawea golden dollar coin, "What would we do without you?"
"Remind me again how we managed to survive the impact," James said as he casually threw the waiter over his shoulder. "I don't remember much."
Meowth sighed. "Do I gotta tell you *everything?* Look, Armageddon has control over anything that might be a disaster- even a disaster for the Pokemon trainers, too. And it would be a disaster for them if you survived. So he manipulated Reecluze, who spun a protective web shield- which, when augmented by Armageddon's powers, managed to save us all. So here we are."
"Damn straight," Jessie added as she shredded the restaurant bill. "Man, this feels so good!" she continued. "It's fun to be really *evil.* Hey, remember Giovanni's expression when I started up the chainsaw?"
"*That* was cool," James said. "But now that we're not Team Rocket- of course, that fat prick *would* fire us before we killed him- we need a new name. Hmmm . . . something with R, so we don't have to change our costumes again."
"The Ravagers?" Meowth suggested.
Jessie shook her head in disgust. "That sounds like a cross between Genghis Khan and a dirty novel. How about 'The Rocketeers'?"
"That oughtta work," the other two agreed. "C'mon," James said, getting up. "We have things to do . . ."
" And Pokemon to kill!" Jessie finished the sentence.
Meowth followed them. "Just as long as the Pokemons aren't *me.*"
"Don't worry, buddy," James said, tossing him a Sacajawea golden dollar coin, "What would we do without you?"