Max looks around at the pokemon that hang about the room. The slakoth sleeping while hanging upside down from wiring, the Rattatta chewing on a peice of food. None of those were what he wanted. His eyes continued tos can the place, until his nose caught a whiff of burning...burning...<br/><br/>"Pokenip?"<br/><br/>His surprise was palpable. Most pokemon just ate the stuff. HE supposed it *could* be smoked, but why would they do that? Who would do that? His curiosity pushed him onward, until he found the source. In the corner, hunched down, red eyed from the drug, was a Bulbasaur. It was smoking a joint made from pokenip, using its vines to hold onto it. Upon seeing Max approach, it smiled broadly.<br/><br/>"Bulbaaaa..."<br/><br/>Max blinked. WHy was...and then...but...<br/><br/>"...why are you smoking pokenip?!"<br/><br/>The Bulbasaur stood up on its four stubby legs, wobbeling a bit. Once steady, it tucked the joint between its lips, and waddled over to Max, rubbing against Max's leg. Max looked around desperately. Was there any other Bulbasaur in the room? AT all?!<br/><br/>...no. It appeared that the only Bulbasuar was the stoner. He looked down at it, and it continued to rub against his leg.<br/><br/>"....fine. I guess you get to come with me. I mean, if you want..." Max sighed, feeling slightly sad. He'd hoped for a smart, strong pokemon. Not...well...a stoner. The Bulbasuar looked up at him, smiling again before taking another drag from its joint.<br/><br/>"Bulba!"