Dian enjoyed a feast he figured he would only get once in his life. Yes, a feast courtesy of Ms. Chinami, who seemed to have completely lost her mind.
Damn it, I should have brought Tyranitar. He could have eaten so much she'd have sold herself to beg for mercy!
He had planted a "monitor" on the Team Rocket Trio. For one thing, he could use the three of them to investigate the Kodai Network World and lend him a hand at a critical moment.
For another, it let him monitor Team Rocket's movements. If he were Giovanni, these three would be obvious candidates to use—or rather, very useful ones.
After all, compared with Team Rocket's officially identified executives, whose names were on the League's watchlist and whose activities were almost meticulously recorded and monitored, these three free-roaming strays had more freedom.
As for how he had set up the monitor, he hadn't embarrassed himself by trying to use technology.
Meowth in this world was simply too outrageous. He had no choice but to take another route, using a method that might be more dangerous but was also more discreet.
He had shredded that scrap of cloth from the Spirit World and combined it with metal and technology to create that somewhat eerie Communicator...
Well, he sincerely hoped Meowth and the others would have pleasant dreams for a while. If they really did experience a once-in-a-lifetime trip to the Spirit World, or got haunted by some Beauty-Marked Ghost with a filthy mouth and an innocent disposition, there was nothing he could do.
This way, if Meowth and the others followed their usual assumptions and used technology to check whether a Locator had been installed, they would naturally find nothing.
Yet this supernatural Communicator emitted anomalous radio signals that Misdreavus could