Ash and co. were strolling around Verdanturf City, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and the pretty background music...when Misty burst-farted like a bean-overfed hippopotamus, and so hard that Pikachu had a burn, paralysis, confusion and toxic poisoning, Ash just morphed into ash and Togepi gave illegal birth to an entire galaxy of tenacious tiny-legged leggings-wearing swearing ostriches who orbited bears made of Orbits and beer. Brock, in turn, became a tank with an asshole for a cannon, critiquing all that's Game-tagged (even GTA), whining about capitalizing pokemon names, bad grammar and just bitching and cunting like a blind bitch. He aimed it right in Misty's face then let out a powerful, utterly destructive queef in the stupid shell of her right cornea, point-fucking-blank.

*KA-BLAST!*

The attack flung her piss-slandered carcass backwards in a wicked somersault, as she kept bouncing off the ground like a fucked-up Voltorb, cursing and sending filthy farts of varying intensity, setting things of fartfire and just nauseating everyone. Everyone but one.

Forth out from the withering pile of lifeless corpses punched Shlickshlack Showerwank who was a cocaine-snorting racist homophobe, and also a bully. He assailed Misty with Lucario porn DVD's 1242 pieces per second, but she made it all vain with rapid compressed farts from both of her holes, singing the graphic dirt into pitiful ash, which her further farts only blew away to ride winds towards unknown directions led by fate's blind arm. Billions of fans gave thunderous applauds to her majestic talent, kissing her both buttcheeks and as a luck charm, or so they thought.

Hoverskunk ditched his worthless brain through his dickhole and now became IT: a nameless (call him Joe) turdburger gobbling, womanless satanist shitbreath wankathlete, cockwhoring autistic pederast. He roared into the skies thrusting his arm upwards, summoning trillions of his co-fucks from fuckcosmos. Those bug cunts were aliens, fuck me gently. They ate snots while masturbating, smelt like the stinkiest cheese ever digested by fishes and hugged by 1002 Muks, and just had voices in their heads being lunatics they are. The reek of it was unrivaled...yet, only Misty, spiked by beans, could even hope to out-stink those alien, homeless, lifeless, jobless, dickless dickholes.

So she did, consuming a whole truck of queef-stimulant down her throathole, where it fucked with digestive liquids then went first into a thermo-nuclear, then seismic-tectonic reaction. She put a sniper ocular objective in her butthole to support aiming her blast at the shitty invaders. The sound which followed the shot was that one of a nuclear bomb made of the hardest and filthiest dubstep drops. Joe feel.

Joe and Misty called it truce, because Joe was a midget. They led a fun life, played video games, listened to Autechre and had a lotsa two-sided pisshole sex.