Ronald Knox

[ And today, you are greeted by the sound of what seems to be a meowth being stretched on a rack. The camera isn't pointed at anything in particular but it does seem to be a rather good view of one of the routes. Too bad those sounds are ruining the scenery. These are screeches and yowls so vicious, you'd probably think it was two meowth fighting over a rattata. It goes on for probably five minutes in what seems to be a poorly attempted "Ode to Joy" and then stops abruptly due to a vicious

CRACK. ]

Ow!

[ Ow? Rattata don't go ow. And neither do pokemon. What you do get afterward though is the sound of ruffling and a "funf" as someone deposits himself right next to the Gear. ]

Blimey, Niccolo, can we take a break? At the rate you're going, m'prolly going to end up being unable to use this hand for a week!

[ And then you hear chittering.

ANGRY Kricketune chittering.

And a sigh from the poor belaguered Mister Knox. ]

Listen, I appreciate you trying to teach me the violin and all but could you take it e-- [ CRACK ] OW!

Alright, alright. Let's have at it again then.

[ To which the yowling begins anew. ]

[ Today, you are greeted with a whump and a crash... and the sound of a panicked Duskull as it floats over to check on its trainer who had apparently fallen out of bed along with his Gear. ]

...Bimey... what time is it...?

[ There's a pause though as Ronald reaches for his glasses and goes to check the time, his grogginess suddenly disappearing the minute he realizes what time -- and day -- it is. ]

Hang on... I've been asleep for HOW LONG?! That's... not right. At least I'm awake in time for Christmas...

[ And have a small grin before he ends. ]

Bit of advice for you lot: Killua's made some fantastic absinthe lollies for this month's menu... but don't have ten in one go or you might end up like me.

Fancy that. It does work! Will wonders never cease. Bit of fancy metal... never thought'd be really what they told us, eh?

[ So have this guy staring around this here Gear thingamabob. ]

Right, so... this lady what claims to be my mum said this'd be some sort of communication device so figured I'd give it a go. Bit of a question for you lot.. hang on. C'mere you-- [ And he's reaching off with one arm to tug a Duskull closer to him. ]

How d'you know if this little blighter's a boy or a girl? Couldn't really decide on a right name for it yet.

[ Oddly enough, the Duskull seems happy for the attention and actually waves to the camera. ]

And one more thing. Are any of you lot familiar with the name William T. Spears or Grell Sutcliffe? If you are, d'you mind passing on word that I've gotten here?

The name's Ronald Knox of London's Grim Reaper Dispatch Department, by the way. Thanks!