In Illinois Square, a crowd of people is sitting on the grass. And half the square is empty, and in the other half of the apple there is nowhere to fall. I turned to the smoking guy by the side asking for an explanation.
He replied that he is a dude, his life is empty and boring, so he comes to the square to engage in collective onanism with other people. I replied that I partially agree with his feelings, but I think their public expression is inappropriate.
The wealth of oral speech has reduced the dialogue to: What you are expecting - Pokémon - Clear.