O most fearsome Sir Mollymiltoast, whose very name hath echoed through the hallowed halls of National Dex and struck dread into the hearts of countless challengers! I come before thee, not with sword nor shield, but with a humble inquiry most urgent: upon what hour dost thou wish for our inevitable clash to commence? Declare unto me thy preferred time, and, I pray thee, thy timezone, that we may synchronize our mortal clocks before destiny casts us upon the battlefield. I reside according to the sacred reckoning of GMT +5, and thus await thy proclamation with bated breath. Speak, O mighty warrior, and let the hour of our confrontation be etched into the annals of tournament history!