First of all, as you’ve probably figured out by now, Jesse is mostly in charge, because of her paper fans and mallets—Ow! Ouch! I mean, because of her obvious superiority and intelligence! In fact, she could proabaly do this better than me, so I’ll just turn it over to her now and—Ouch! Well, maybe I won’t do that. *pause* Okay, she’s gone now, so I can talk a little bit more freely. Jesse has a great figure, and incomperable fashion sense, and a hot temper. She’s very dedicated to our goal. She’s also nice when she wants to be, and very beautiful when she isn’t smacking me. She smacks me a lot, but I think she just needs to hurt something, and I’m closest, so it’s probably not personal, except when I really deserve it. At least, I hope it’s not. Anyway—well, never mind. Jesse is from the “other side” of Sunnytown. Her family didn’t have much money, so she didn’t get a lot of things when she was small. One of the things she wanted most was a set of princess dolls, but she never got those. She even had the chance, during Princess Festival Day, but that brat Misty took them. I tried to make her feel better by dressing up as a doll and giving myself to her, but I’m not sure if it’s the same. I met Jesse in Pokémon Tech, and we were students there until we partied before the exams, flunked out, and joined a bicycle gang in Sunnytown. She was called Big Jess, and then Chainer Jess, because she would swing her chain around while she rode. I never understood why she did that. She and I left the gang to join Team Rocket and get rich, but it hasn’t happened yet. Jesse can be very bossy, and most of the time she’s impatient. She hates rollercoasters, being helpless, and having someone else in charge, and is very rebellious. Our motto says, “To denounce the evils of truth and love,” but there are times when she really actually seems to care what happens to Meowth and me, and we care about her. Well, I can’t speak for Meowth, but—but this is about her, not me, so never mind. During those times, she’s very nice, and even forgiving, and usually at her most beautiful and contented stage. I don’t get to see this very often, but it’s then that I like her the best. Oh, no, here she comes! Don’t tell her I said that!