Pokemon | Emerald U Trashman

“That’s my line,” Gorman said quietly.

“I saw him at the top of Mt. Pyre,” the kid whispered. “He doesn’t use legendaries. No Salamence. No Metagross. He had a Muk. A Muk , man. And a Weezing. And a Garbodor I didn’t even know lived in this region.” pokemon emerald u trashman

The rain in the Hoenn region never fell straight. It always seemed to sheet sideways over the Battle Frontier, driven by a wind that carried the salt of the open sea. But inside the modest, neon-lit kitchen of a late-night diner on the outskirts of Slateport City, the only storm was the sizzle of a griddle and the sharp clatter of a spatula. “That’s my line,” Gorman said quietly