[Gordon flicks on the camera, looking generally tired and irritated towards the screen. The scenery behind him reminiscent of Dr. Frankenstein's labs--Or his own, for those who are familiar with it and take his class. In the background, the lights flicker slightly. One of the bulbous silhouettes shift a little--]

Hate to do this, but class tomorrow is canceled due to, ah--

[There's an enormous BZZZAP and a yelp, a white flash, and a crackle of static on the screen. When Gordon returns to the camera, he's in a different location, namely the hallway just OUTSIDE his labs, considerably more ruffled and slightly singed.]

[...was that a cackle audible beyond the wall? No, of course not. Probably just microphone static.]

An uppity Tesla coil. I'd be able to fix it, if the damn thing would stop floating, and no amount of grounding seems to change the fact that it prefers living targets now. If anyone has any insight as to what could be causing it, I'd really... REALLY like to hear it.

[You'd think he'd sound more alarmed at the whole thing, but one gets the impression he was alarmed an hour ago. Now he's just getting pissed off.]

[Wait, why is there just a pile of garbage here? Did somebody just empty out a dumpster in front of the camera and let it roll? Who even does that?]

Hello? This thing on?

[Oh wait, no. Now it's moving. And talking. He reaches over and taps the lens a couple times with a big ol' pipe finger.]

Oh! Okay, good. Great.

Er... high there! I'm sorta new here, and I was, uh, kinda wondering if any'a you fine folks out there would be willing to a lend me a hand. Or a paw or.. whatever you've got, really. Not gonna judge. But anyway! If anybody could point me towards...

[There's a slight rustling sound as he looks down at something off-camera.]

Dorm BE? I'm kinda lost, y'see. Not really all that good with directions. Or signs. Or words. But hey, that's what I'm here for! Gettin' myself an education, really hittin' the books. I mean, why else would I be here?

[Insert awkward chuckling here.]

Oh! My name's Gershel, by the way. Or, I guess it's my name. S'what everybody calls me, so I figure hey, might as well go with it, right?

[Unfortunately for any non-pokemon viewers, all of the above just registers as something to the effect of "Garbodor, garb, odor garb". The idea that he might be talking to actual humans out there hasn't really crossed his mind yet.]

Where the devil is Vivian?! She hasn't reported in for WEEKS! I'm getting worried about her I've lost enough robots lately, I don't need to add one more to the list!

There's a lot of people talking about Halloween coming up... What exactly is it anyway? Everyone around is trying to make things spooky, it's almost like being back at the Zombie Caravan!