[France is nowhere to be seen on screen. In fact, he might not even be in the vicinity of this transmission. No, instead, the network has the very special treat of one newly evolved Politoed, gazing in a glazed manner at the screen, and, near by, the remains of what looks like a Department Store shopping bag. In the background, you can see the room is only lit by the flame of a Charmander's tail, shadows cast about to outline a very smug Ninetales leering at the scene, red eyes glinting in the dim lighting.]
Politoed...
[David moves closer to the screen, the very coiled curl on his head bobbing up and down.]
Politoed...
[And closer still, eyes luminous.]
Politoed...
[Closer, until all you can see are those dilated eyes and that bouncing curl...]
Politoed...
Politoed...
[David moves closer to the screen, the very coiled curl on his head bobbing up and down.]
Politoed...
[And closer still, eyes luminous.]
Politoed...
[Closer, until all you can see are those dilated eyes and that bouncing curl...]
Politoed...
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