Ah, c'mon. Don't tell me you're afraid of a little snow.

[... HE JOKES, LIKE HE DIDN'T COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW COLD IT IS ALL THE WAY TO MAHOGANY... clearly, it doesn't matter if you're being a big fat hypocrite so long as you're doing it for the purpose of giving your little bro shit.]

Heh! You don't have to tell me twice. I'm thinkin' I'm gonna bring some Fighting-types to the match. The old guy and his flunkies'll probably be expecting me to use Fire-types, so hey, who knows, maybe I'll catch 'em off-guard.