[ EU ] The Region of Kanto has a 24/7 hotline for new Pokémon Trainers who get lost , homesick , or otherwise in over their heads . You 've taken hundreds of calls , but this one tops all of them .

That was the first time I saw a Snorlax up close and personal. It was wheezing away, paws on its throat while it's trainer was bawling his eyes out. This was in a makeshift arena, with a trainer trying to instruct her Pidgeotto to give air to the Ailing Snorlax. I had been brief on the situation, but nothing quite prepares you for the scale. 
 
 `` Onix, use Constrict and wait for my mark!'' A flash of light, and Onix the stone serpent emerged from his Pokeball, and wrapped himself around the wheezing behemoth. 
 
 `` Now, Miss. If you could use your Pidgeotto to tackle or gust the Snorlax's throat to try and dislodge the obstruction?'' And then, on the count of these, the Pidgeotto tackled the Snorlax's throat while the Onix compressed the torso. The Snorlax's mighty roar was drowned out by a high pitched whining, by the obstruction having been flung out of the Snorlax and heading straight into a newly gathered crowd. 
 
 The whining continued until the girl trainer, having recalled her Pidgeotto, made her way to the screaming object, a red and white orb, eyes gigantic, having seen something truly terrifying within Snorlax's trachea. Wrapped within it's owner's arms, the Voltorb went from a whine to a far more manageable buzz, the crowd clapping and cheering at the reunited friends and the aversion of the crisis. 
 
 I recalled the Onix, making my way to the still bawling trainer. The Snorlax naturally fell back asleep within moments of breathing again, and once the trainer settled down, I left him with a Doubleslap TM, a Lemonade for his trouble, and a promise to never teach Bite to a Pokémon bigger than his house again.
