Nick Shaw entered the room with Bulbasaur. Nick gave the poor Pokemon a slick, sly sideways glance. "Well, Bulbasaur", said Nick, "It's just you and me against the world. Just you and me". Nick then took out a fully loaded AK-47 out of nowhere. "Goodbye, motherfucka!" screamed the human.
"Bulba?" replied the confused Pocket Monster. A second later, a hail of bullets zipped through Bulbasaur. Fine, tasty, honey-like juice oozed from Bulbasaur's many wounds. Flailing around, he desperately tried Vine attack, but it failed horribly as he screeched in pain from having his vines ripped off by the bullets of the Russian machine gun. Finally, exhausted, Bulbasaur, his wounds oozing profusely and thick, sloppy drool dripping from his mouth, closed his eyes as a great darkness came over him.
"Serves you right, you bastard!" snarled Nick Shaw. Later, he had Bulbasaur chopped up and served as the vegetable side to his Squirtle soup and roast Pikachu.