Don't underestimate a super pilot

Just so we're all on the same page.

[And just so he doesn't have to hit anyone, if the anger in his voice is any indication.]

If you tell a Vanilluxe that ice cream would be the best dessert for her birthday? You deserve to be frozen to the sidewalk. If you loudly declare the virtues of roasted duck prepared with spring onion around a Farfetch'd? You deserve to have that spring onion shoved up your nose. If you make jokes about using fertilized eggs to make an omelet in front of a Blissey? You deserve to spend the next three hours washing yolk out of your hair.

[Geez, it sure doesn't sound like he had to deal with all three situations over the last week.]

And if you do all of that in front of their trainer? You deserve to get forcibly thrown out of the restaurant. No complaining.

[Or else he'll have to do some hitting, and then no one will be pleased.]

I need to know where I can get my Glameow declawed.

[No greetings, no smiles today. Just an angry-looking Ash, an angry-looking Glameow tied up and gagged with spider silk, and the wailing of a few Pokémon somewhere beyond the camera's view.]

Don't get started on how barbaric a practice it is or how she'll be unable to use some of her attacks. The rest of my team need their eyes more than she needs any of that.

[The cat hisses angrily at that, though it comes out a bit muffled, but Ash doesn't bother looking at her before he turns the Gear off.]