Zac's Extra-Legal Rarity Booster

"Hey I'm no bloody centrist, but I think it's important for people to be able to do what they want, when they want, and with little to no consequences!" Buzzster said, tossing another roll of stolen copper wire into his wheelbarrow. The bowl of the wheelbarrow was overflowing now, piled high with tightly-wound rings of conductive metals, antique car parts, and a large number of sprinkler heads with varying gauges.


"I don't know," Petal said weepily. "That sounds nice, I think, but wouldn't people do the wrong thing sometimes. Like..." she nervously eyes the barrow full of clearly stolen goods. "...taking too may napkins from a restaurant?"

Zac wiped his brow with the back of his sleeve, smearing away a layer of collected grime. "Hey. We're all human, aren't we?" Buzzster said to the Chikorita. "Or close enough, anyway. And part of being human, or Pokemon, or whatever bald plant thing spawned you, means that we all make mistakes, right?"

"I guess," Petal reluctantly agreed, from her spot on Zac's shoulder.

"Well you guess right!" He laughed goodheartedly and started wheeling the barrow down the garden path.

"So is this...is this one of those times?" Petal asked nervously, as they passed row after row of NPC housing. "Where we're making a mistake?"

"Huh?" Buzzster asked, genuinely confused by the question. "What do you mean?"

"You're steal- borrowing all that cabling from the people who live here! What if they need it back?"

"Now Petal," Buzzster said in his most uncley voice. "I'm not borrowing anything. I'm deliberately taking useful items with the intent to sell them back at an inflated cost! And depending on the jurisdiction that's either ransom or extortion."

"What!? I can't go to jail for ransom!""

"Don't be silly Petal. Judges can't agree on shit these days, but even some straight-laced tight-wig down at the district courthouse wouldn't send you to jail for ransom! That'd be absurd!" Buzzster laughed as the barrow trundled up the path and out through the gates of the country club.

Petal relaxed a little.

"Unless you're driving the barrow you're just an accessory to ransom. OR EXTORTION!" Buzzster corrected, a little too strongly. "And really, if it were me in charge this sort of thing wouldn't be a crime at all!"