(AN: This story is by me and my buddy. He comes up with ideas and I write them. I hate bad spelling so I have Microsoft Paperclip help me. How to turn off green lines?! I hope you like our story, I think paperclip did. Yeah Boy.)
Have you ever wondered why Pokemon cartoon doesn't have Irish Catholics? It's illegal you know. I'm an Irish Catholic and I always wanted to be a Pokemon gangsta, but it was against the law. But because Brock Bama was reelected now I can start Pokemon adventure.
My name is Terrell O'Malley. I like Pokemon and rapping. My hair is red and I have freckles and my skin is dark. I like to wear a green hat, jeans, and a white shirt. I don't like to go to Catholic school or church because it's boring. Is there a God in Pokemon world? Also I'm black, and I don't know who my father is... yet...
Who cares?! It's time to get my first Pokemon.
Terrell head off to Prof. Oakes' lab. He is nervous and excited. What sort of challenges will he face next?
Terrell's Mom shouts "Terrell! Don't forget your Bible!"
"MOM! This is my adventure and you are embarrassing me! Get out of my story now!" says Terrell, and he is really embarrassed.
TM "Don't talk to me like that!";
Terrell "Sorry.";
TM "I can't stay mad at you. You're my son and I will always love you. Goodbye!";
"Bye Moooooooooooom!" said Terrell as he runs off to Oakes' lab.
But but then Terrell's mom realizes that he still doesn't have the Catholic bible. "That weasel! He cleverly got away without the holy book". She sighs and folds her hands, "Dear God, please keep Terrell on the right path. Most 12 year olds are too pussy to leave on a Pokemon adventure. Keep my boy safe."
"What are you doing here, Mick" comes out from the mouth of Prof. Oakes.
"I want a Pokemon. It's my god given right!" I reply.
"I feel sorry for your God, because he is pestered by your people?"
"My people?" I respond, not sure what Prof. Oakes means by that. It sounds mean.
"I mean Irish Catholics. I have nothing against Black people. I'm not racist. I voted for Brock Bama" said Oakes as he rubbed the back of his head and giggled.
Terrell "Yeah well, I want Pokemon. Brock Bama made it so Irish people can have have them now. If you don't do what the President says, you go to prison.";
PO "Ok, but I don't have anymore Pokemon... You see...";
Terrell "Pokemon NOW!";
Prof Oakes' is frightened, because he is a coward and knows Terrell can beat him up. Also Terrell is getter at rapping and has more balls. "Okay, don't hurt me!" cries Prof. Oakes as he takes pokeballs out of his pants. "I caught this yesterday. If you were patient you could have gotten a better Pokemon, but here you-"
"Yeaaaah Boy!" yells Terrell excitedly as he takes the pokeball and storms out of the lab.
Prof. Oak can't help but think to himself "I hate that Leprechaun, but even I know he's going to be the ultimate Pokemon gangsta."