[A middle-aged man's face shows up on the screen. He's sitting on a bench at the side of a road by an open grassy area, where a Snubbull is throwing a stick for a Growlithe.]

[Blake's taking a breather, and he figures he should give the serious-looking girl the good news.]

No point to anything, as far as anybody's figured out.

[The Growlithe drops the stick and barks. The Snubbull patiently lifts it in her claws and throws it, sending the yapping fire-dog-thing scampering after it. Puppies.]

There's some giant ones if that's what you mean by titans.

[Blake tilts the screen to get a better look at the logo.]

Never seen it before. What are they, in your band?