Misty had her fishing pole in the water as she waited with a hum. She said to the waddling pain in the ass beside her Psyduck, "Don't worry, I will definitely catch something more battle worthy than you, Psyduck."
Misty got her line snagged on something as she said pulling on it with a cheer, "Come on, give me a Milotic. Milotic, Milotic, Milotic, come on be a Milotic."
Misty roared as she hefted her pole back to see a boy tangled on her line with the hook on his clothing. A gasp came from Misty as she starred at the boy with a blush. Misty then said with a near whisper, "A boy?"
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