“How about me and you elope together, toots? We’ll get hitched if I can get a nice tux in my sizezzzzt!“

“Shut it!” Trip, unable to whack him with the bag today, grabbed Rotom Dex and threw him into the safety wrap machine, which Rotom whirled around until he got wrapped up nice and tight, stifled too!

“.... yeah, he’s a Rotom.”