"...may I take your order?"
A customer off to the side started laughing at this, and apparently couldn't stop. He fell on the floor, hat coming off to reveal brown spiky hair. When he finally regained his composure, he flashed a grin towards Mewtwo. "So this is the powerful Mewtwo," he said, obviously recognizing him. "What happened, fatass?" He doubled over in laughter again. "I heard it was you that took out my Nidoking and Arcanine in Viridian Gym, but--HAHahaHA--whatever did that wasn't the size of a Snorlax!!" The customer fell over again, laughing extremely hard.
Mewtwo simply ignored the guy and started making his order, but when the customer finally stopped laughing, he asked, "So, am I right in believing that you're Mewtwo?" Mewtwo didn't even acknowledge him. The customer rolled his eyes impatiently and took out an old Pokédex, scanning Mewtwo. The screen flashed up with Mewtwo's normal picture, height, weight, etc. He put the Pokédex away and glared at Mewtwo, who was still ignoring him.
When Mewtwo finished his order, he sat down at a nearby table to wait--or he tried. The booth was nowhere near big enough for him, so he chose to sit on the table. He stopped himself before doing this, however, knowing the table couldn't possibly withstand his weight. He was trying to figure out where to sit and wait when that same customer walked up to him. "Mewtwo!!" he shouted. "I haven't forgiven you for that time in Viridian Gym!!" <I battled everyone who went into that Gym, and only you have decided to hate me for following my commands. Explain yourself.> "What the hell do you mean, explain?!" <I'm afraid I don't even recognize you.> "Don't recog--GAH!" The customer kicked the table and threw his hat at the wall, creating quite a scene. The manager walked out from the back, asking, "Could the both of you please move outside? You," he said, looking at the customer, "are disturbing the other customers and you," he said, looking at Mewtwo, "are simply too large for this building." The customer started laughing again at this, but stopped fairly quickly and stomped outside after grabbing his hat. "Don't worry....sir," the manager was talking to Mewtwo again, looking very unsure of himself, "your order will be taken to you outside."
Upon exiting the restaurant, Mewtwo found himself in quite the situation. The customer had apparently drawn, with chalk, a Pokémon arena layout in the middle of the parking lot. Mewtwo, not noticing this until now, had come to rest in the trainer's box on one end of the layout. "I want a rematch, Mewtwo," the customer said. His black eyes bored into Mewtwo's purple ones, and suddenly it clicked in Mewtwo's mind who this boy--after all, he was only sixteen--was. <Wait--> "NO. No waiting. We fight NOW." <But I remember you!> "Yeah? Don't care. You put my Nidoking and Arcanine in the freaking hospital. Now you'll pay--" <But I KNOW you!!> "GOOD!! Now, battle!! Go!" The trainer threw out a Poké Ball, which exploded into a large Blastoise, ready for battle. Mewtwo had no choice--HE certainly wasn't up for a battle--so he telepathically called upon a team of cloned Pokémon to fight the battle. His own Blastoise was the first to arrive, dropping onto the asphalt with enough force to trigger a few car alarms. "What is that?!" the trainer yelled at Mewtwo, apparently not believing the cloned Pokémon was a Blastoise. It didn't really look like one, Mewtwo silently agreed, but, <It's my own Blastoise. Shall we battle?> The rest of Mewtwo's team dropped into place behind him: two similarly-marked clones of Charizard and Venusaur. The customer sneered. "I'm Gary Oak," he said, "And I will kick your ASS!!"
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