Ash chewed skunk fucks when Wikachu smashed his steel-laden middle finger through the starving boy's forlorn brain, making the ruler of the universe, Nipplegore Crotchroach, instantly shit 4-ton heavy bricks made of envy and roar gay flames which set all the skies of past on fire. The incinerated sky corpses exploded kamikaze vortexes made of anal gangfisting alone, which turned Ash's half-mutilated pseudo-shell into a gigantic robot, which was extremely angered, but still had a hole for a brain.
Ashbot blasted the Victory Road with testosterone gayfire rockets from his robotic dickhole because he always got screwed there, getting lost then raped by Loudreds. Nipplegore was pissed so he held his shit for years, went back in time and blasted Ashbot with the force of twenty thousand mortars, blasting his face into May's panties where it sniffled her butt because Wikachu is a bearfox. Ashbot nimbly escaped her underwear, blocked other blasts using his mammoth glans, brutally bit Nipplegore's 124 legs off at once then laughed, becoming another ruler of the universe, with a set of new laws he made while eating shark poop in a Pokemon Strip Club:
1. You are avocado.
2. If Paul asks from a battle, ignore him. He's always on pills and likes to sniffle bulldog dingleberries.
3. Corpses of demon Lucarios will be revived to build my glorious mansion, while the material will be made by following these instructions:
1) Kill a gay saint with a sharpened metal swastika covered in crow bile.
2) Sacrifice his useless corpse to the god of hypocrisy.
3) Tell that god that his mom is so fat, Hariyamas sing her corny serenades.
4) The war which will ensue must end with him trying to eat your head, but you will eat his heart then vomit it out of your nose. The substance will be iced into bricks, which will be the material.
4. Every 21,45th eclipse on Mars you shall kill canines and sacrifice blood to help the poor Zimbabwe platypuses. Don't ask me why.
5. When I was 13, I sucked a dick. Then, I took it out of my mouth and said: "Weeeeellll, I don't know..."
6. New Tampax...yummy...
7. My leg is no artifice, but my face is prize. Should anyone blast down that pre-menstrual cunt, Hunter J, my expression is your trophy.
8. Used Tampax...yummiest...
9. And what, why, why you're lookin' at meeeeeeee!1!11!
10. OVERFUCK OVERFUCK OVERFUCK, TETRIS WRAP, OH MY FUCKING GOD YES! FAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAP!1!1!
11. Females of various pokemon species shall be summoned to hold a farting contest, where I will choose myself a wife. Who has the longest and stinkiest queef...ew. I'll choose the prettiest and healthiest one, I don't need a sick-stomached gal for a life-partner, eh.
Ashbot lazily scratched his tattooed groin, inwardly licked the same hand and slammed himself facefirst into the document, marking it with his unique mugprint. He quietly giggled to himself as the universe domination was nigh. He would eat every hole, sniffle everything pink and fuck everything that moves.
Not! Misty blasted out of a nearby collapsing bus and ruthlessly bashed Ashbot with a flaming bicycle! Ashbot was so pissed, he clutched his head, gritted his teeth and his eyes popped. He screamed very hard, the ultrasonic hatewave setting all rapists' faces on fire that can't be extinguished in any way, and making all taxi drivers' jaws sing of future where humans of all 21 races, 352 genders and 1354587 sexual orientations would live in peace and not fight for shit that was just personal preference, but didn't matter much.
Giovanni observed in on YouTube, the video having an amount of views that can't be counted anyhow, a sad attempt at technology. He laughed as out of his tough arse came out billions of thousands mouses made of houses. They buttfucked then betrayed Ash.
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