You doubted me for a second? :3

Of course hon~ ^_^ Catastrophe grabs a gold watch off the nearest table and continues into the room, nabbing various knick knacks.

Catastrophe finds a safe. Shit. I need to borrow your ears darling.

All right, now I'm going to tap into your senses, don't panic. When I say so, start turning the other way.

Left. A faint click. Right, slowly. Once more. All right, and left once more, take it nice and slow. Ya gotta go gentle, like you would treat me later tonight~

The last of the tumblers clicks and the safe pops open. Poifect~ We've struck Master Balls.

Because, silly, Master Balls are priceless, and Silph Co owns a monopoly on them. We sell these to the Poké Ball factory in Kalos, and not only do we get rich, but the means of production to back to the workers, which means they can set their own wages and stuff. At least I think. I might have that whole Communist manifesto thing pegged wrong.

Psyche shrugs. Maybe. Maybe not. If it's illegal, then they can turn around and sell them back to Silph co for a tidy profit. I don't fucking care what they do with them.

Yup. Let's get out of here. She goes out, unties the bungee cord and flings up.

You know, one day, I'm gonna have to hear the story of how you got the ability to teleport.

Catastrophe grins. Sounds wonderful~