"Wow guys, those were some nice battles. Now we're all level 25," Pixel said as he made his way to the top of the ship. Supposedly, the Cut master was waiting at the top.
"Hey Pixel!"
Pixel turned around with an expression of annoyed dread. Gary stood before him, smirking devilishly.
"Oh, hey Gary. What's new with you?" Pixel said with an annoyed expression.
"I have over 40 different kinds of Pokemon now! How many do you have?" Gary asked with a sneer.
"Five," Pixel stated defiantly. Gary began to laugh.
"I'm sorry Pixel…" Gary said through chuckles, "I'm sorry you're such a loser!"
"How does my having caught only six Pokemon make me a loser?" Pixel asked sternly.
"The only way you can get stronger is by separating the weaklings from the ones that are any good!" Gary said egotistically.
"Really dude? That's kind of sadistic," Pixel said as his Pokemon looked up to him with affection, "Pokemon are not just things you can collect. They are living creatures with emotions and conscious thoughts, and they need to be treated as such."
"That does it! I'm tired of talking! Let's battle!" Gary exclaimed as he clicked his Pokeball open.
"I'm still better than you! You'll never be able to get the third gym badge as easily as I got it." With that, Gary turned and walked away.
Pixel's Pokemon tiredly stood before him as he applied potions to them all and gave words of encouragement. "That was a great battle. I'm really proud of you guys." Pixel stood up and walked up to the final floor of the S.S. Anne.
A man in the corner of an office huddled over a trash can with vomit almost overflowing. Pixel gagged as he slowly walked in.
"*Urp* Hello? Is the Cut master in here?" Pixel said, suppressing his urge to throw up.
"Yeah, it's me," the man said with his head still in the trash can. "I get sea sick really easily. Can you rub my back please?"
"That a weird thing to ask someone you just met," Pixel thought to himself. Pixel looked around the room at the desk with a disk on it. The disk said "HM01-Cut". Pixel slowly and quietly slipped over to the desk and put the HM in his pocket. The man continued to hurl into the trash can as Pixel and his Pokemon hurriedly made their way out.
"Hello? Anyone- *BLURGH*" the man continued to vomit.
"This can no longer be a coincidence. That trainer has prevailed over Experiment 09 too many times. Yet, the experiment still continues to win badges and defeat every trainer who comes in his path. Thank goodness Giovanni doesn't know about the other trainer, or he would surely have me killed."
