Colress trying to be cool in front of team Skull.

A few grunts loiter around as Colress approaches. He tries to do their poses while they just stare at him.

Colress: Yo, yo my homeboys. Wanna go tag s*** and steal street signs homies?

The Grunts are wide eyed. Beheeyem beeps in an unamused manner.

Colress: I guess my calculations went wrong.

- - -

Some more grunts stand outside of Po Town tagging stuff as Colress floats by in his Magnazone, blasting geeky music while poorly dressed up like a team Skull grunt.

Grunt M: Yo computer browser. The Aether foundation is the other way!

Grunt F: Yeah, scurry on back to ya' lab and watch ya' Bill Nye and play with your test tubes. This ain't ya turf anyways.

Colress: What are ya speaking on? I'm one of ya' homies. Don't go around dissin me now.

- - -

A few of the grunts drag their boss out to show him what going on.

Guzma: Wut. Wut's so importan' that everyone keeps insistin ya boy come and see?

Guzma freezes as he sees Colress.

Guzma: *facepalm* This is like mah science teacher and his jokes.

Colress: Oh s***, it's da Popo!

He dives behind a dumpster as Nanu walks past.

Nanu: What the Arceus is he doing?

Guzma shrugs