Psyduck had a long, sleepless night filled with nightmares of backstabbing. Stabbing....stabby? He also dreamt of getting out of bed and eating a ham sandwich, but that was impossible, since he had no fridge.
When he woke up he read the newspaper, well it was more like a news beach with stuff written in it with a stick, and heard the awful news. PSYDUUUUUUUUUUUCK (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!) Psy psyduck duck-psy. (Sir Stabbalot, I barely knew ye.) Could his dream have been a premonition?
As he was waddling to work, he heard through the poke-vine that Pryopizm had also been killed! The news that two townies had been viciously murdered in the night left Psyduck feeling uneasy. Psyyyduuuck, Psyduck PSY PSY! (Poor Pryopizm, it's probably one of those damn human kids!) he declared to the other Pokemon. Considering the deaths of these two Pokemon, Psyduck began to feel a bad stress headache coming on. He wasn't so sure it was humans, and even if it was, what difference did it make? With two townies down, things were suddenly looking pretty bad for the average Pokemon on the street.