You were walking around when you saw a Jirachi with its colors desaturated. Excited, you rush over to make a wish. The Jirachi, however, had other plans. Jirachi: “Actually, I’m retiring. I’ve been granting wishes for 10,000 years. I’m looking for someone to take my place.” The Jirachi then made a contract appear out of thin air. Jirachi: “Just sign this, and everything will be fine.” You didn’t bother reading it because you were impatient. You signed your name, when you suddenly felt tingly all over. Then you transformed into a shiny Jirachi. Jirachi: “Great! Now you’ve taken my place and now I can rest easy free of duty.”