The Smeargle was unceremoniously tossed into the head office, landing face-first in the carpet when sent to meet the head of the operation.

“Well well... so nice of you to drop in,” a deep, calm voice rang out from across the room. It sounded friendly enough…

The Smeargle picked himself up off of the floor and dusted himself off. He then looked the owner of the voice straight in the eyes, not nearly as amused or friendly.