"PIKACHU, I CHOOSE YOU!"

"Ugh," Pikachu grumbled, emerging from the Pokeball, "Could you ever just like, set the ball down gently? I have a headache and it really hurts to smack into the ground twice in a row."

"PIKACHU, YOU CAN TALK?"

"Stop yelling! It hurts!"

"HOLY $*&%! MISTY, BROCK, DID YOU KNOW HE COULD TALK?"

"Okay Ash, seriously, shut the hell up! Also, how did you manage to pronounce $*&%?"

"WELL IT'S EASY PIKA—BZAAAAAAAA!"

"Thunderbolt, bitch."