<Ah, 'dat should be no at all. Oliver?>
<Take some Krows and "borrow" 'da maps that Silent needs from 'da local Library, 'kay?>
-Oliver takes flight and leaves via an open window.-
<Oh! GET SOME ICE CREAM WHILE YOU'RE OUT!>
-The other Murkrow stare at Bill.-
<...What? I'm still hungry...
-Oh dear. This was going to be difficult.-
-Awkwardly.- <Oh, well you see...Um...The Pokémon who have been supplying you with that stuff are...Not the nicest bunch...>
-Rolls his eyes.- <Sorry about this, Lake.> -Slams a Talon down.- <The Pokémon who you've been working for are ruthless dictators who sit idally by while their soilders are allowed to roam my land imprisoning, enslaving, or other wise butchering innocent people and Pokémon for no reason at all!
And all of you have been unknowingly aiding these monsters by imprisoning the Gym Leaders here! Do you relise just how much easier things could have been for us if they hadn't been kept here? How many more innocent lives could have been spared from being damaged irreparably or lost altogether?!>
<...Unite, they didn't know...>