I've done it, Pikachu!
I've become a pokemon master after five hundred thousand whole regions, and I'm still ten years old for some reason.
Wait...
What am I supposed to do now?
EAT A HORSE'S HOMEWORK.
No, I'm not going to do panels at comic conventions! That's stupid!
*IDEA*
Hey...
OH MY GOD NOT THAT STUPID MOTTO USED IN EVERY-
Pikachu, use Gunderbullet!
I'MMA SHOOT YOU ALL!!!
*guns cock with no fingers (f**k logic)
*OH THE VIOLENCE!!!*
*bad puns about being shot*
*pokeballs are thrown, catching Jesse and James*
*a rock is thrown at Meowth for no apparent reason*
*EVIL ASH*
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!
*The Reoccurring Alcoholic gets caught*
*EVIL LAIR*
Yes... The catching is nearly complete...
Now let's see how many I have left (to catch)
YOUR ARROGANCE HAS LED YOU TO YOUR DOWNFALL.
*BOOM*
*OH MY GOD WTF NOOOOOOO!*
*BOOM!*
*Okay, Ash. Calm down. It's your fault.*
*Pikachu, you musical genius!*
*deep breath*
*Ash catches himself*
Many years later...
And that, kids, is how the humans became our slaves.
*Your reaction*
