If you troll my furfrou chaining attempts one more time, I swear to all of the gods of the Pokemon World (and Giratina in the Distortion World) that I will tear off all of those feathers you think make you look so cool and wear them in my pink fedora with the matching frilly pink dress. I am not a fan of pink but I will do it just. For. You.
You are a roaming pokemon. That means you roam and I tear my hair out chasing you. That does NOT mean you stalk me by showing up THREE TIMES IN AS MANY MINUTES. ESPECIALLY NOT WHEN I HAVEN'T LEFT THE PATCH OF GRASS I'VE BEEN CHAINING IN, MUCH LESS THE ROUTE.
Go sulk in that dank, dripping cave in the middle of nowhere already. You're worse than the Panchams!