Jerry Bradford

Jerry Bradford replaces the mainline quest bosses, with the exception of Ed the Undying, in a Pocket Familiars run. He uses a Penguin Goodfella named Tommy, a Garbage Fire named Arcanine and a Stab Bat named Edgelord.

Boss Bat

"Hah! Guess you were after the Boss Bat too, huh? Looks like I got here first!"

Jerry Bradford is standing here with his collar popped and a sneer on his face. His pokéfam are sneering too, which is disconcerting.

"That fight was waaaaay too easy," he says, rolling his eyes. "I hope you'll be a little more of a challenge! Though from the look of you, I doubt it! Ha ha haa!"

---

"Hmph!" the kid snorts. "You just got lucky! And anyway I wasn't hardly even trying! Next time I see you, I'll show you what a real pokéfam battle is like!"

He chucks a wadded-up scrap of leather at you and stomps out of the Bat Hole. "Smell ya later, loser!"

Knob Goblin King

When you enter the throne room, you see that jerk kid lounging sideways in the throne, wearing the Goblin King's crown backwards.

"Hey there, loser!" he waves at you, smirking. "Looks like you were too slow again!"

"Who even are you?" you ask.

"Me? I'm Jerry Bradford! And you better remember that name, 'coz I'm gonna be the pokéfam champion!"

"The what?"

"Bet you want this sweet crown, huh? Well you'll have to fight me for it! Pokéfam style!"

---

"Bah!" Jerry scowls, chucking the crown at you. "Who cares about some dumb crown, anyway? That's small potatoes, compared to my destiny!"

He slouches over to the throne room door and kicks it open. "Smell ya later, loser!"

Bonerdagon

You enter the Haert of the Cyrpt, and find that kid again. He's kicking around a large pile of dagon bones. "Oh, it's you. I should've expected," you say.

"Miss me?" he sneers.

"Yeah, sure Jeremy," you say.

"Jerry! Jerry Bradford! Didn't I tell you specifically to remember my name?"

"Whatever. Are you gonna insist on a pokéfam battle now?"

"Heck yeah I am!" he says. "Get ready to lose, loser!"

---

"Hmph!" Jerry snorts. "I wasn't hardly even trying anyway!"

"That's what you said the first time," you say. "Maybe you should give that trying thing a shot."

"You'll see!" he sneers, kicking some of the bones toward you. "I'm gonna be the top pokéfam champion in the world! Smell ya later!" he yells over his shoulder as he storms out of the Cyrpt.

Groar

As should come to no surprise by now, you find Jerry Bradford sitting on a huge dead yeti, adjusting his snowboarding boots. "Late again, loser!" he crows.

"I have a name, you know, Jerry," you say. "It's <name>."

"Pfft, like I care! You'll have to earn that kind of respect from me!"

"By kicking your ass a fourth time? Well, okay."

---

"No fair!" Jerry complains. "My goggles were all steamed up! Anyway, you just got lucky!"

"Yeah, I guess I've been real lucky lately," you say.

"I don't need this stupid yeti hide anyway!" he sneers. "When I become pokéfam champion, I'll have everything I need!"

"Everything except manners and likeability," you mutter as he snowboards away.

Lord Spookyraven

"Sheesh, I was wondering when you'd show up," Jerry says as you enter Lord Spookyraven's summoning chamber. "This basement is super-boring and gross."

"You were waiting for me?" you ask.

"Uh, well, I mean," he stammers, "Well, that old fart didn't put up any kind of a fight at all, so I figured maybe you'd learned something since our last battle and could pose a halfway-decent challenge this time!"

"So like a bigger challenge than beating your ass every time I see you?"

"That was just luck!" he yells.

---

"Guess I got lucky again, huh?" you say.

"I just let you win that one so I could get out of this stinking basement faster!" Jerry snarls. "Here, take your crummy, stupid old gem!" He tosses the Eye of Ed over his shoulder as he stomps out of the summoning chamber.

Dr. Awkward

"Nice Mega Gem," Jerry Bradford sneers as you stride into Dr. Awkward's office. "Did you make that yourself? Mine's a genuine Swarovsky crystal."

"Dammit Jerry," you say, "When I didn't see you for like three levels, I kinda hoped I'd seen the last of you."

"Don't worry, loser," he says. "You're gonna be seeing plenty of me from here on out. I wouldn't want my rival to get lonely."

"Oh my god, you think I'm your rival? Is that what this is about?"

"What? No! I mean, uh -- you wish you were my rival! You aren't even close to my level!" he blusters. "C'mon, let's fight!"

---

"Nuts to this," Jerry grumbles, tossing the Staff of Fats at you. "I don't need to be wasting my time here anyway! Smell you later, loser! I'm gonna go train for the championship!"

"Maybe you could start by winning a single match," you call after him as he storms out of the office.