Arceus was doing nothing at all when he suddenly exploded in a spray of viscera, bones and femcum. Ash came along, jizzed all over his remaints and fed them to Charizard, which granted him power to Mega Evolve into a Beartic, who wasn't a Beartic, it was a Munchlax being buttfucked by a bipolar Ludicolo with a lisp under a point where everything imaginable and unimaginable coalesce. This abstract creature flew to Ash's house and talked to his mom.

''Hello, Ash's mother.'' Charizard said. He waved his penis in front of her face, but she kept her cool.

''Hello, Ash's Charizard. How you are doing?'' A Shuckle snotted in her face, and it became a hourglass made of lasers and Gardevoirs making anal love to rocks, which weren't rocks, for they were quadrocycles made of Machokes and cigarettes, but still driveable.

''I am doing it like ''AILAIKAMOVETMOVETAILAIKAMOVETMOVET'', by the way, what's on dinner?''

''I wouldn't be a table, but I'd like a lemonade and a liver massage.'' she told him. Charizard sighed nostalgically.

''Ah, the first time, I wish I had duck feet.'' Charizard droned, trying to charm the fridge with Attract.

Deliah was enraged at some fat lizard defiling the spirit of the place, so she punched Charizard's anus 3215 times, ripped it open and fired a Lock-On Sheer Cold up his skilled hole, killing the fuck out of him, his remains a once glorious world, but now a pile of ruined meats.

Ash arrived. He talked to his mom using his mouth and sheer desire for conversation.

''Why do you hate mashed potatoes?'' he asked with unhindered curiousity.

''I don't hate them, but I dislike them. Still It's not that I like them though, baka.'' she said, slapping him with her bra.

Ash snorted.

''Why shall I felch corpses under a dimensional gate where all smells of old, withered lemons?''

''Because you can, Harry.'' Deliah droned, constantly spitting in a bowl filled with water and broken dreams.

Ash punched billion nuclear bomb explosions right in his own face. It made him reappear in a Pokemon Center.

There sat Brock. On his shoulder were a 5-dimensional Saturn, a nightmare made of prostate necrosis and a giant Rubick cube filled with suffocating Lucarios.

''Why do you do harlem shake when I drop the bass and bitches like the cake?'' he asked.

Ash retorted with a rude comment. Out of his nose came a cockroach made of time and antimatter, but it was adimensional. It came on Ash's hair. impregnating the natives.

''Well, I think I'm a kettle made of cows, so I shine and bow, my liege.'' Ash droned back. Brock blinked.

''How? I tested Quagsires for endurance with a screwdriver and then I died a faggoty death. So-''

''You are a banana? I hope that thunder suns with vampire sharks make me a present. I want a bronze jockstrap with strawberry liquor.''

Brock hissed. He then abruptly screamed, vomiting flames and lightning bolts in the sky.

Ash thought of grapes.

Suddenly, May came. Brock groaned.

''May? Are melons made of lava and hatred or it's me that's a racist?'' he asked her, staring at her in the eye.

''What? You're saying some absurd bullshit, Ash. Go play with Pikachu or something.''

Ash gaped in disbelief. He fled into past and raped himself. Then he gave birth to an incarnation of everything impossible and possible, but his Mom wasn't into being called a grandma, so she threw the child into an unbelievably horrible, agony-filled hellpit where it's fed by demonic cubes everytime it asks, boys and girls.