Team Galactic… you were frankly tired of them. Tired of the Pokémon theft, tired of their shenanigans, tired of it all. So you finally decided to go to their base and prove that they’re weaker than a singe person and need to quit. Cyrus wasn’t there currently (little did you know) and you managed to get through at least a hundred grunts, Jupiter, Mars, and finally, Saturn. He stood in front of you, his steely gaze boring holes into you.

“Hm… impressive…”