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"What. Went. Through. Your. Head," hissed Arceus.
"I wasn't thinking clearly!" stammered Bill.
"No shit," muttered Al.
"I completely snapped!" babbled in an increasing panic the Mega-Swampert. "I wanted him to shut up, to take back what he said, so I wanted to bulk up to show him up and..."
"And instead, forgetting you were touching him, you bulked him up," concluded somberly Arceus. "And not a little."
A silence fell as everyone in the museum courtyard - Al, Arceus and the Big Arms Inc. boys minus Angus - looked at Silas.
Who was just standing there, staring emptily at the titanic mountain of muscles Bill turned him to.
"And judging by his thousand-yard stare, you also broke him. Bravo."
"HE INSULTED ANGUS!!" yelled Bill, starting to feel anger take back the ascendant on panic. "I couldn't let that pass!"
A silence, as the others decided to not press the point.
"So... What do we do now? We can't let him spill out the beans!"
"Lock him up?"
"Not helping, Clyde!"
"Couldn't you erase his memories, Arceus?"
"Memory is the domain of Uxie, and I don't know where he is."
"Well, what, bribe him, then? To buy his silence?"
"I don't think he'd accept. You saw how he is."
"Then what?! He..."
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" bellowed a sky-splitting voice.
Everyone froze, then slowly turned towards the monstrously humongous Empoleon.
Who was now touching and looking at himself in a flabbergasted expression.
"Great, he rebooted," muttered Cid.

Long explanations about Lostole, the gods, the power Bill acquired, and tons of other stuff later...

"Okay. Okay, I get it. And I'm calmed down. I think."
"Okay, great, problem solved," grumbled Al. "But we still have the "how to make him shut up" problem!"
"Look, there's gotta be a way to convince him to not tell, blackmail or..."
"I can hear you, you know."
Furious glares were turned at Arno, who laughed nervously.
"Also, I can't tell if you hire me as your accountant."
A stunned silence followed this declaration.
"WHAT?!" finally yelped Bill.
"Do you have any idea how my job is? Bo-fucking-ring. Same routine over and over and over... Why do you think I'm so harsh in my inspections?"
""I'm unhappy, so I'll make others unhappy too to make me feel better?" That's petty," commented Arceus.
"I know," sighed the building-sized inspector. "By the way, sorry for earlier."
An hesitant shrug was Bill's answer.
"But between... this and what you intend to get involved in... That's surely the least boring thing possible. So I'd like to be a part of this. And you, you'd get an accountant - you desperately need one, seen the state of these balance books - and you'd close the leak. Win-win."
"And your current job?"
"I resign from it, obviously. I have enough time spent in it to justify it."
A new silence came.
"Well, that's the best option possible," admitted Bill, who couldn't believe that insane luck that just saved his ass. "I'll go and prepare the contract."
"Maybe you could shrink him down to normal, before?" snarked Al. "It'd be pretty hard for him to sign right now."
"Actually, could you do it last? I'd like to enjoy it while it lasts, it just feels so good..."
The laughter that shook everyone was the first relaxed and sincere thing in all day, and cleansed the atmosphere of the tension and bad waves that infested it all day long.

And one more Big Arms Inc. boy, one!

Art by  jaeh the badass. But why didn't he upload it on his gallery?
Silas © me
Empoleon © Game Freak