I have seriously think that we might had made the worst decision of our life. We now have a fifth member that whom is not a human nor a Pokemon. He is something in between and we are somewhat responsible for his new body and temparament. As he was once a normal Pokemon but our evil organisation has performed God deifying experiment on him and decided we shall be his new master after they were done with him.
"Jessie, are there no order from the boss?" Asked James very bored.
"Nope…." Replied Jessie while reading a magazine that she read the 100th time.
"It's bloody hot in here." Complaint our newest member.
"Well wear less then!" Jessie annoyed
"Well I am practically naked at this point. Least you could invest in an air-con instead of making useless junk for your evil plans." Well he is indeed naked as he were once Pokemon and nakedness is natural for him, or used to be. Still I am also a Pokemon and a talking cat and I am also naked.
"Well if you are really that hot you can shave off your yellow furs! Also, don't forget that our 'junk' had successfully kidnapped you! You are part of Team Rocket now whether you like it or not!" Jessie furious.
"I would rather joined Team Brain Dead" mumbled our newly yellow furred member. Normally I would probably interrogate with 'what did you just said?' when someone said something like this. However, I don't know what else the 'higher up' Rockets did to him. He has proven to be very unpredictable.
One time we were trying to steal from some trainers whom possessed rare Pokemon. And we should had told Pikachu to stay in the van but we foolishly had to introduce him those trainers as our 'freak and hideous' anthropomorphic Pikachu of how they described him. Next a flash of yellow ran up to the boy whom stand the closest to us, he lift him up in the air, jammed his other paw into his throat, with one quick downward motion freed his innards. Next the dead boy girl companion shriek with terror and her throat was ripped off. And the last trainer suffered the most minor but horrendous pain (bent fingers, lost chunk of skins, etc but nothing life threatening) every time he answered with the word 'freak' to Pikachu's question 'what am I?' Eventually his pain was so great that he said something Pikahcu would like to hear but then his reward was a quick death.
James had just remembered that horrendous incidents. Rushing over and quickly calming Pikachu down and even force Jessie to apologies. He would get Meowth to apologises too but the cat is hugging Wubbuffet in a corner with extreme fear.
"What, why do I had to apologies?" Jessie ask, as always being the oblivious one.
"Armm…..(whispering to her ear) the three dead twerps?" hinted James
Fuck! thought Jessie, then she act super nice to Pikachu for the rest of the day.