Rockets Comeback

In the fifth year after the Rockets disappeared, I gloriously became a member of the Rockets and was responsible for the Rockets' odd jobs. First, I sold fried chicken in the fried chicken shop opened by Team Rocket, but it was secretly a place where elves were hidden. Every day after get off work, I would go down to the basement to deliver food to the elves. Eat more, armored rhinoceros, you're so thin, and you, the duck-billed fire dragon, are losing weight. I also had to help them bathe and entertain them. Well, I threw away the broom angrily. I couldn't go on like this. What's the difference between this and being a nurturer? It's my duty to restore the glory of the Rockets. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.