Dialga: "Anyways, everyone, I regret to inform you that we must leave. Fret not, as someone else will be coming to direct you. He'll be here by tomorrow. In the meantime, I'd like you challengers to do him a favor."
Giratina: "Yes yes, a simple favor. You see, this guy - oh boy, THIS GUY - is a lazy bum. Your task is to go ahead and make a challenge for him to use. Maybe two? Yeah, let's do two. The them for the challenges you make is simple: they must incorporate full team participation and sabotage of the other teams' goals throughout the challenge."
Palkia: "W-well, I guess this is goodbye. G-good luck!"
Dialga: "Yes, good luck. Humanity rest on all of your shoulders."
The gods then flew into the sunset, past the clouds, and out of sight. Would the challengers see them again? Did they even care? I don't know, seeing as I clearly don't care enough to even write this shit now.