[Red scowls to hear a refusal, because that wasn't a request. He holds out the lemonade again, pointing insistently at a small sticker on the bottle indicating that it's medicated. You need to drink this, Green, especially if you want to get out of here on your own two feet. Your Machamp might be able to carry you but it'll probably have its hands full if your pokéballs are really broken like Red suspects, when he thinks about it after silently recalling Blastoise.]
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