You walk through a warehouse, hoping to find some food, maybe some weapons too. The world fucked itself into oblivion, and Zombies took over… Getting back on track, you are suddenly held at gunpoint. 9mm. Well, shit…

Gardevoir: Who are you? And what the fuck are you doing in my hideout?

You should probably start talking, lest you wanna die.

Gardevoir: You wanna breathe through your fuckin’ forehead?! TALK!