"hey," ash said on Monday morning at the pokemon center. he was standing at a table where paul was sitting, eating breakfast, "I bet I can beat you in a dieting contest."
Paul, who was about to shove a spoon in his mouth, stopped and glared at the other boy. Ash had a goofy smirk at him.
"that," paul put the fork down, "is the most retarded thing ive ever heard."
"im better than you," ash whispered. Paul thought ash was being freaky as hell on this Monday morning.
"you're really not…. What," paul shook his head, trying to believe this was happening.
"PAUL I AM 115 POUNDS HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?" ash screamed.
"you're really going with this?" paul asked. "this is really stupi-"
"HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH!"
"im leaving," paul declared as he stood up. when he got on his feet, he accidentally stepped on a scale.
"AHA1" ASH SCREAMD, "you weigh 117 pounds! Fatty."
"wha-uhhu," paul was too stunned for words.
"NOWWWWWWWW…" ash said, "lets see who's going to be the THINNIST!"
"you know, if we actually did do this we're going to end up being anorexic," paul stated.
"I WILL DEFEAT YOU!" ash screamed again as he grabbed paul by his jacket collar and set him back down in the chair. Ash sat across from him, cross-legged.
"what the hell are we doing?" paul said, clearly agitated. "look, im not doing this. This is the stupidest thing you've ever done. You're not acting right." He was about to stand up again until, under the table, ash kicked him in the shins. Paul toppled back into his chair as if someone just shot him. Immediately after, ash handcuffed him to the table.
"ASH, GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME," paul shrieked.
"I WOULD LIKE A DIET SODA, PLEASE!" ash called out at a waiter. "AND CHOCOLATE CAKE."
"ash, if you really want to defeat me, it would be best if you were training now instead of whatever the hell we're doing," paul said. Ash's right eye twitched violently.
"you," ash leaned over. His smelly cat food breath reached paul's nose, "need to stop making sense."
Eventually the waiter came with the order. Ash grabbed his can of pop, while he pushed the cake towards paul.
"eat it, loser."
Paul looked down at the cake. "I just ate nor am I going to participate in this pathetic thing."
"EAT, FAT BOY!" ash screamed as he dipped in a fork and shoved it at paul. Paul punched ash's face, and the boy with the lightning bolts on his cheeks smashed his face into the cake, and he died.