[Three minutes and seventeen (eighteen, nineteen, twenty) seconds ago, he had knelt down in the shadow of the famous Elm Pokémon Lab, picked up a brick, and used it to smash in an unguarded window.
But when he had pushed himself through the sill, ignoring the broken glass, he had found himself outside again-- with three Pokéballs at his feet.]
["Please choose one."]
... I don't have time for this. [And yet, he can't seem to tear himself away from them. He stares at the Pokéballs, fingers twitching at his sides.]
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But when he had pushed himself through the sill, ignoring the broken glass, he had found himself outside again-- with three Pokéballs at his feet.]
["Please choose one."]
... I don't have time for this. [And yet, he can't seem to tear himself away from them. He stares at the Pokéballs, fingers twitching at his sides.]