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Sheldon bapped a nubby black scaled limb against his keyboard. Standing atop the shredded cushioning of the desktop computer chair, stubby legs shaking uneasily as it swiveled and creaked side to side beneath him, the Shelgon timidly tapped against the Enter key and launched into the first picture populating the "Hoenn_Throwdown_Showdown_Championship" folder. Sighing, he wistfully whisked through reminders of the glory days come and gone with every tap of the arrow key.

Silvia noisily plodded up behind him with her arms crossed about her bountiful chest. She thrummed her thick chafing toes against the carpet each time he moaned, groaned, or exhaled. Which happened to coincide with each new picture that popped up on screen. "So this your latest gimmick to get me back on the training trail?" she dismissively stated.

"It was worth a shot," Sheldon acknowledged as he uneasily balanced himself atop the chair. Another sigh, genuine even, forced itself out from the the tiny darkened gap in the circular shell that defined his very form. "This used to be you!" Leaning forward, he tapped a nubby limb against the monitor. "Don't you miss this at all? The power, pride, and grace that defined your tenure as champion? The Megaless Master whose strength and skill alone laid flat any and all who dared opposed her! For Arceus' sake don't you miss being able to see your own damn feet?"

Chin tucked against her chest, Silvia arched her brows. Her breasts and billowing belly obscured her vision of the ground below. "And what about the training, the travelling, and the boos and jeers that came with it?"

"Hmmph. So you were built up as the heel everyone loved to hate. What of it? You always won through hard earned talent not some showboating gimmicks. That they got tired of you constantly winning is their problem not ours."

The Salamence took her turn to exhale. Shaking her head, she turned her back on her boisterous buddy and thumped off. Not before giving the chair a good whack of her tail, albeit. A smug and toothy grin creased her cheeks as Sheldon flopped down upon the cushioning and was forced to wait it out as he helplessly spun about in place.