"Hrm... do you know wht it's supposed to eat?" asks Mario gently caressing the mouse, to make it calm down. "Don't worry, Pikachu, we won't do you any bad."
"I guess I have three kinda possible explanations: 1) I just went completely nuts. 2) Somebody has been playing too much in a genetic engineering lab. 3) We're living in a dream. In any way, I think we're gonna have some serious fun."
"Uh, the street isn't yet filled with black chevrolets and men with sunglasses and earphones, right?"