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... "Fucking tart."

"I broke my arm training with Bea yesterday... She gave me a wee bit o' the devil's milk."

"I don't think anyone actually calls it that but... Alcohol just burns for me so I don't know what it was."

"I'll be honest, despite being Galarian I'm not much for the drink. ... I'm probably going to go the way of the dusknoir come tomorrow. But I will say it did dull the pain something fierce. I can't even feel things that don't hurt."

"well... That would be much appreciated, but I don't know if I'm going to survive the hangover this is going to give me frankly. If I do though some medicine is something I would be quite grateful for."

He usually dresses up with Mimikyu to make it feel better... However the little creature is getting a bit bold in it's demands for what he'll be wearing... i-It's not too bad right?

*Allister nods sagely... After the second ingredient he starts to sway side-to-side.* "I'm sorry I lost track there... Did you say shuckle juice was poisonous but it would make me shiny? I just want to ease my pain."

*Allister stares at the bottle for a moment... He then twists the cap off using the hole of his mask and starts chugging it. ... Maybe letting a drunk twink dose himself isn't a great idea.*

If Bea had a special move it would be the "Bea Bea gun"

“𝒯𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒶 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓂𝑒.” 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓂 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒪𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒶.

"everyone keeps asking my "body count" ...I mean the number changes drastically if you count the ones the ghosts helped with..."

Just a friendly reminder. Rotom is a ghost type. Allister CAN talk to your phone, and understand things even when it's not speaking English.

Sometimes his mask just gets up and leaves... That's what he gets for wearing something made of "ghost"