I called upon numberous pokemon from all the mountains. We all marched and flew toward the giant factory that creates pokeballs and manages them. I roared a mighty roar that translates to "Charge, burn it to the ground!"
I inhaled deeply, exhaling a powerful flamethrower melting the gates. Then my mighty army charged and attacked the defending pokemon. Though they failed miserably. They were no match for the numbers of my army.
The factory was completly destroyed and the were no survivors. I roared in victory. My army looked at me awaiting my next command. I pondered and decided that...
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