Out to get the Pokémon . . . or is it the other way around?
I'm told we have a well- stocked Pokémon farm outside our pub and what's more there's another herd of the little hoors grazing at the foot of the oul' fella's statue.
It seems John B's is a Pokestop. It's a bit like a salmon pool for fishermen or a pheasant farm for shooters.
Hundreds of hunters are stalking Pokémons outside the front door with their Poke Balls. But they're my Pokémons and I'm wondering should I warn off the rustlers and trespassers with, "Get away outa here ye robbin' bastards, or I'll blow yer brains out."