Pokemon Tabletop United

If he looked unwell without anyone to direct ire at, one can only imagine how diseased he looks with his face intentionally all scrunched up. "I was," he begins to hiss, but a psychic flick at the base of his skull reminds him how pointless every conversation like this has ever been, "wondering where I might stock up on medical supplies. And who decided not to just have all shops in one place." More indecipherable grumbling about proper city layout follows.

Because obviously him getting lost is entirely the city's fault.