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1337 was busy tinkering. He was quite prone to tinkering, especially when it came to a pet project. And at the moment, the project he was fiddling with was what seemed like a red laptop with a pointy top edge and some strange bolt-like appendages wiggling about. On the monitor a pair of blue eyes watched curiously as 1337 pressed some buttons on the edge of the screen. It shifted the image on the monitor slightly to the side, then slightly back, up, then down, and then gave a slight skew to the perspective before it returned to normal.

The hacker didn't even seem to turn from what he was working on, but the odd computer's eyes soon enough saw the girl, and it began to wave its bolt-like arms in her direction.

"Task: Write the assessment of what you experienced as I manipulated the monitor settings. End task."

With a salute of one of its bolt arms, the strange computer started work on the given task.

It was only then that the hacker turned to find the girl who had called his attention so readily. "Why, if it isn't my lil' Orphan Andy? Or, rather, Trainee Sisly I believe if I am gettin' my intel correct. Did you miss me? Did you come here so I could give you a lap dance? You're so naughty, my lil' boy!" Yup, this man was as serious as ever, with that grin still spread on his face.

Oh, the trainee was doomed the moment she actually sat down, especially with such a comment made ahead of time. The agent was quick to get to his feet and swarm the girl in an uncomfortably close manner. She was seated, and he said he was going to do a lap dance.

Now all he had to do was do the lap dance, which he seemed to have no issues following through with. Soon enough he was gyrating his hips, mostly rolling his rump in her face. In a playful tone, he sang out "Booty dance, Booty dance, I AM DOIN' THA BOOTY DANCE!"

The sound of snickering could be heard from the red laptop and for a brief moment a wide grinning face flashed across the screen before the screen seemed to go back to normal. It wasn't like the duo of humans were all that close enough to see what was happening, but slowly, the Rotom possessing the object was processing the requested data.

"Oh, lil' Orphan Andy... my precious little boy... that is only half correct... though... I can explain a little bit later..."

Casually he rotated so she was getting more crotch than rump from him. In a teasing manner, he added "Don't grab anythin' unless ya plan on payin' for it!"

The girl was easily able to escape his crotch, and in all honesty, the hacker didn't mind. She was too young looking for his tastes, and having her touch his goods would have felt dirty. "I only want yer money if ya touch the goods, my boy!" Since his dancing space (aka Sisly's lap) had moved, he figured he was allowed to stop gyrating in such a sexy manner.

He then seemed to follow the girl, standing behind her chair as she seemed to ogle his current project.

As she sat there, staring at the screen, the words were slowly typing themselves out at what seemed like a painfully slow speed.

wen u changd teh screen up and down or side 2 side my lien of vizin movd as well. it hrt my hed wen u skewd it plz dont du it again.

The text stopped there, signalling that the Pokemon had completed the given task. The Agent then replied critically. "When has a H between the W and E, you should be Y-O-U, any past tense should have an E before the D at the end, switch the E and H on the, to should be spelled T-O rather than using the number, line you switched the E and N, vision is spelled V-I-S-I-O-N, hurt has a U between the H and R, head has an A between the E and D, please is spelled P-L-E-A-S-E, there's an apostrophe in the contraction don't between the N and T, and do is spelled D-O."

The face blinked back onto the screen with a look of curiosity before it bobbed up and down on the screen as if to nod.

Without concern for the other who was in the chair, 1337 leaned forward so his chin was soon enough digging into the skull of the girl trainee.

"One... it's an it... not a he or a she. An it."

The face on the monitor nodded in agreement.

"...two... yer assuming that this is a program. I told ya I'd explain it, Orphan Andy, and here ya are tryin' to assume. I mean... if ya like gettin' it up the a**..." Yes, even serious common sayings such as When you assume, you make an a** of U and ME got messed up when 1337 took them on. All completely on purpose though.

Though it was hard to tell, since his eyes were masked by his visor, the man glanced to the laptop. "I'll have ya finish up this stuff later... Task: Log off."

Saluting its bolt like appendage, soon enough the laptop seemed to glow for a moment of a faint electricity. The red color seemed to separate itself from the machine, leaving the machine itself kind of dull looking and grey in color, no longer with a point at the top of the machine.

Which left, hovering over the machine a chittering shiny red Rotom.

With his chin still digging into the girl's head, he commented so that each movement of his mouth would cause her a slightly dig. "I was just training one of my Pokemon is all..."

1337, if he was a normal person, would have made a sad face at loosing his headrest.

However, instead, he was still grinning. "...awwww... my lil' boy moved!" Snapping his fingers a bit, he stood himself up straight so he was towering over the trainee by quite a bit. Pointing a pinky towards the shiny Pokemon, the hacker gave some pretty basic answers to the girl's questions.

"It's a Rotom, and I gave it the nickname of Arr Oh Eff El... though I rarely call it by name." There was a pause before he leaned in, face practically in hers. "Fun fact: this f*cker was haunting the internet cafe we met at before I caught it."

The red plasma Pokemon was still chittering a bit, obviously amused by the whole situation unfolding in front of it. It had a large grin upon its face. The girl was being too careful for its tastes, and soon enough it decided that the girl's hair would be a fun nesting place. It descended upon her black locks, easily causing the hair to frizz slightly from the electricity within the plasma Pokemon.

"...nice hat..." Once more, the man straightened up, but this time he turned to the laptop that had been left behind. "Rotom are said to be able to possess electronic objects... but there's also been research that states that the devices have to be designed to have the Pokemon possess it. So I made this craptastic computer, and it gets t'learn how t'play with a computer..."

There was a much more lengthy pause as the man closed the laptop so the monitor was hidden safely towards the inside.

"...so... Lil' Orphan Andy... have ya figured it out yet?"

ROFL poked at the girl's fingers with its two bolt like arms, tapping the very tips of her gloves. Fortunately, the standard issue gloves Team Rocket had didn't absorb electricity. Such a fact, however, made the Pokemon's mouth twist in a curious manner.

Poke, poke, poke.

Nothing!

Soon enough, the Pokemon had decided to proclaim a full out POKING WAR, its arms beating down repetitively upon the girl's gloved hands as it called out "Tom tom tom tom tom tom tom" in a high pitched giddy voice.

It seemed that his recruit hadn't even bothered to reply to his prompt, which meant one of two things.

1) She hadn't figured it out.

or

2) She was too prideful to admit she had figured it out, but a bit later than she wanted.

He could work with either one in all honesty.

Picking up his prototype for the Rotom to use, he proceeded to save whatever information the Pokemon hadn't, then shut it down so he could fiddle with some of the interior.

"Well... either way... ya gotta admit... this sh*t is a pretty nice set up. Jus' do a little bit of work and ya get access to some of the best toys! I bet yer wet in the pants thinking about when you get your turn, am I right?"

ROFL was still poking, even when the arms hung down limply at this person-person's sides. Which meant that soon enough its bolt-arms were now poking the girl's head. Or rather, her hair that was sticking up now. It was almost like a game to see if it could keep the hair down, but the moment its bolt arms lifted up, up went the dark hair again.

"Allergic to work?" The tall man's grin spread out a bit wider.

"...I have an Epi-pen fer that!" With a wide gesture to his crotch, he couldn't help but start laughing in a deeply amused manner. He knew that his jokes rarely got him laid, but it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy being an absolute pervert.

Her questions did cause him to eventually quiet down just so he could answer her in his typically jovial manner. "Been here a couple years... but I've been makin' all sorts of sh*t before I was here!"