"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."
