Baxter smirks. "Normally, you'd be right. I usually don't concern myself with other trainers and their Pokemon..." He pulls out a strip of rubber and ties it around his upper arm and starts squeezing his fist open and shut. "Always wanna battle their Pokemon against Xerox here..." He takes a syringe out of his pocket. It contains a strange pink fluid. He presses the syringe into his arm and squeezes the contents into himself. "Ahhhh... But that's not how I like to fight." He takes the syringe out of his arm and removes the rubber. He puts them in a container and presses on the injection site to stop it from bleeding. He starts looking ill. His skin gets pale and he breaks into a cold sweat. "I always preferred fighting Pokemon myself, and that bugs trainers. But you have an interesting Pokemon. I'd love to fight him..." His skins begins to turn pink.