Now THAT'S a Spicy Poffin!
By Nidonemo
One afternoon Gail was headed out to Floaroma Town on an errand for her mother when she spotted Zach in the middle of Route 204, all but forcing poffins into a short purple Pokemon's face. Stunned and angry at the sight of this travesty, she marched right up to the trainer in blue and stamped her foot.
"Zach what the hell are you doing to that poor Tyrogue!? You're going to make him sick!" Gail scolded, shocked at Zach's behavior.
Zach looked up and smiled at Gail, who didn't seem very delighted to see him at all, and shook his head.
"Hey, Gail, relax, Tyler loves them. He didn't protest when I gave him one, so he likes them!" He said, patting Tyrogue on the back. The Tyrogue seemed to smile in response.
Gail calmed down a bit, but kept a wary eye on him, glancing down at Zach's open poffin case she saw a stack of the same poffins steaming and ready to be eaten.
"What are you using? Dry? Sweet?" Gail inquired, bending down and taking a closer look at the poffin in Zach's hand.
"Spicy!" Zach said with an air of confidence.
"Spicy? What berry did you use?" Gail asked, a bit worried.
"Uhhh I forget the name of it, but this is the last one, I'm going to go plant more later." He said as he rummaged through his pocket. Zach then held up a vividly red, elongated berry that was covered in orange spikes. Gail snatched it up and her eyes went wide.
"THIS IS A SPELON! YOU'RE CRAMMING POFFINS MADE OUT OF THIS DOWN YOUR POOR TYROGUE'S THROAT IN THAT KIND OF QUANTITY!? WHAT ARE YOU, INSANE?!" she screamed, slapping Zach upside the head with infuriated strength.
Just then Tyler gripped his stomach and let out a groan as he winced in pain.
"What? What's wrong? You want to stop? You don't like them anymore?" Zach asked the reeling Tyrogue. Gail let out an exasperated sigh that seemed to whisper 'I told you so.' Tyler weakly shook his head, he didn't want to even look at another poffin.
"He looks pretty sick, you should get him to a-" Gail started but before she could finish, Tyler's eyes opened wide and he vomited in full force, splattering the ground with half-digested poffins.
"OH MY GOD! YUUUUUCK!" Gail shrieked, her shoes covered in Pokevomit.
"Oh great! Now we have to start all over! Tyler you dumbass, why didn't you tell me you were feeling sick!?" Zach demanded, furious at his hard work now sprayed all over Gail's shoes. The female trainer looked at Zach with the most furious and confused expression on her face.
Unfortunately Tyler wasn't done yet. The poor Pokemon started heaving up load after load of the spicy poffins in just about every direction physically possible. Zach snagged his poffin case and immediately took cover behind a nearby rock and could only watch in horror as Tyler spewed what seemed like three times his stomach's capacity all over Gail as she kept screaming and screaming in disgust.
"OH DEAR GOD! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! TURN IT OFF GOD DAMN YOU!" She shrieked, trying to block the constant spray of barf that splashed all over her nice clean clothes.
When it was all over, Tyler passed out on the ground, half covered in vomit, and Gail stood in the center of it all, completely drenched in the sick, the foul smelling liquid dripping off of her. Zach then stood up and walked over to Gail, he slowly reached into his belt and plucked out a Pokeball and raised it in the air.
"Should...should I ask my Prinplup to use water sport to-"
"First you clean me...then I will kill you." she snarled.
END