This is a little comedy about Pokémon. I don't really play it, so if I make any mistakes, please let me know! Rated T for mild swearing (C*** and B****Y), and a bit of gore near the end.
A WILD TYRANITAR APPEARED!
The trainer was confused.
"What? Where the heck did that thing come from? How… How did I not see it? That thing is huge! Where was this thing?"
"IT WAS IN THE TALL GRASS," Game Freak replied.
"But that grass doesn't even go up to my waist!" The trainer complained. "That thing is at least ten times the size of the grass! Where? How? This is not logically possible! It doesn't make-"
TYRANITAR GOT BORED. IT FELL ASLEEP!
The trainer sighed. "Ah well, at least I can catch it now…"
The trainer tossed a pokéball, grabbed it, then walked into the nearest town.
The trainer, who we will now call 'Liam', walked into the pokémon shop. He had a very large amount of cash, so he thought he would fill his bag. Unfortunately, there was quite a large cue. He began to wander the shop.
"What are you doing?" Liam asked some random guy with a beard and a cowboy hat.
"Just browsing…" The Random guy with a beard and a cowboy hat answered.
"You do know you can't buy the stuff around here, it's just decoration. You have to go to the counter to buy stuff…"
"I AM a decoration…"
At last, Liam was at the front of the cue.
"I'll have 999 pokéballs please!" Liam commanded.
"No," Shopkeep the first answered.
"What do you mean 'no'? I have the money!"
"I don't care,"
"But why not?"
"Out of stock."
The shopkeep pronounced stock, 'starck', which highly annoyed Liam.
"You're never out of stock though! I could buy unlimited quantities from you before!"
"OUT OF STOCK."
"Fine, I'll ask the other shopkeeper!" Liam said.
"I sell crap items…" Shopkeep the second glumly cried.
"I'm gonna see whether there are any ridiculously generous people that will give me free items around here!" Liam exclaimed.
The trainer walked into a random house. The greeting he then received was not very welcoming.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"Oh dear, let's try this house. He looks friendly!"
"Hello there! Take this!" The friendly man said.
He plonked some charcoal into Liam's hands.
"Charcoal." The trainer said. "You just gave me Charcoal. WHAT THE HELL AM I MEANT TO DO WITH BLOODY CHARCOAL?"
"I… can't really remember… It had something to do with… fire… and Pokémon…"
"Ahh… Thanks!"
Liam charged into the Pokémon shop.
"GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY, ITEMS AND STINKY SHOES OR I'LL SET THE PLACE ON FIRE!" He shouted.
"Have my crappy items…" the second shopkeep grumbled.
"OUT OF STOCK," exclaimed the first shopkeep.
"Uhh… hello?" Liam asked a strange man, staring at a wall.
"Hi!" he said.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to decide whether to put my chewing gum on the floor or on the wall…"
Next to the chewing gum trainer, was a strange corpse.
"Woah! How did he die?" Liam asked.
"Starvation. Very sad." The chewing gum trainer replied.
"What? He's got plenty of money! He could easily afford food!"
"He was saving it for when he would lose a battle with you!"
"Why me?"
"'Cause you bought the bloody game!"
"Anyway! Time to battle!" exclaimed chewing gum trainer.
CHEWING GUM TRAINER WANTS TO BATTLE!
CHEWING GUM TRAINER SENDS OUT PIKACHU!
CHOOSE A POKÉMON!
"I pick my new Tyranitar! Go!"
A ball of blood, guts and gore fell out of the ball.
"I KNEW it wasn't possible!" Liam shouted.
"Hey, looks like you need a new pokéball! I'd go to the shop!"
"I kinda can't…"
The shopkeeper peered her head out of the window of the shop.
"OUT OF STOCK!"
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