This is my Pulvy. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My Pulvy is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My Pulvy, without me, is useless. Without my Pulvy, I am useless. I must wield my Pulvy true. I must hit harder than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must destroy him before he destroys me. I will...
My Pulvy and myself know that what counts in this war is not the permanents we destroy, the noise of our burst, nor the dust we leave. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My Pulvy is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its shaft and its head. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my Pulvy clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before Zanz, I swear this creed. My Pulvy and myself are the defenders of my element. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is Earth's and there is no enemy, but peace!