"Hey, look! It's Jigglypuff!" someone yells.
"Thank you. No autographs, please," you think.
"Jiggly, Jigglypuff!" you say. (Translation, "I said
are you ready to rock?")
"Sing us your song," someone else says.
So, you do. Everybody is smiling. "They love me!" you
think. You get caught up in your song so much you don't notice them
much more after that.
Then, you realize it's really, really quiet. You could hear a pindrop
in that audience. You look out and see that everybody is asleep!
What kind fans are these?! The nerve! You expand with anger and pull
the biggest punishment you can think of--the marker treatment!
Muttering, you draw silly faces over everyone of those sleeping
spectators. Then, you go somewhere else where you might have a more
receptive audience.
You're a traveling performer on tour. You play wherever there's
people and pokemon, and here's some now. You jump on a rock that you
like to fantisize is a stage. "Jigglypuff!" you say.
(Translation, "Are you ready to rock?")