[GUESS WHAT, CONNOR? That's exactly what happens about a half-hour from now. As it is, right now Maxwell is in the middle of dogfighting with that pidgey, while Gordon watches from the ground and occasionally dodges lightning strikes and feathers.]

I thought he had to be GROUNDED for this to work!

[Stop trying to apply your silly SCIENCE to pokemon battles, Gordon. In short order his Rotom returns squeaking and triumphant and the poor pidgey is left to preen his wounds, to put it mildly.]