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>As you were switching between news outlets in search of some new story, you ended up turning to one channel at which the President was giving out an address to the nation about the situation.
>There really wasn't much said beyond the usual "Please do not panic" type of speech you'd expect in any crisis situation.
>Only thing that was confirmed was that the government was looking into the reported cases of people turning into mons.
>Your colleague kept calling bullshit the entire way through.
>Mostly bringing up past cases of the government doing inhumane things to people and the fact that, as of now, the pokemon were in a legal grey area.
>You didn't really want to think about the implications of that too deeply, especially after you met that Lucario yesterday and saw that Brionne girl on TV not even 5 minutes ago.
>You switched channels to some "expert" identifying pokemon sightings from around the world.
>Giving the guy credit, he didn't make a single mistake.
>After some more talking, your colleague was getting ready to leave.
>It was getting late, and even if it was after hours for him, he had to get ready for tomorrow, same as you.
>The both of you went outside and parted your ways with a firm handshake.
>The Snorlax was still there blocking your driveway.
>If the Snorlax didn't move by tomorrow morning, you'd have to call someone to drive you to the station.
>You still needed to inspect the front lawn, as you kind of forgot.
>The lawn looked even worse than you remembered.
>In some parts there were holes deep enough to fit your entire leg.
>You looked around and noticed that you weren't the only one affected, but the entire neighborhood.
>You had to delay the search for the culprit a day longer as the sun was setting, and you didn't even change your clothes from yesterday.
>You took a shower, ate some microwave slop for dinner, replied to some text messages from your friends and family, and went to sleep.