"Hey, bud, trust me: I was once like you. Nervous, meek, but just foolish enough to defy authority -- but, oh-so-terribly weakwilled!"
*squeak, squirk*
"...Actually, no. I don't recall being any of that. And neither will you, bud, from this day forward. You'll be a perfect grunt, just another garden flower, for the glory of Team Rocket~"
*squirk*
"The gracidea smell nice, no? Of course it does. See you on the other side, bud~"
