Today the role of Tracey will be done by the black question mark MISSINGNO and Max is going through somewhat of a Satanist phase as a side effect of puberty.

Don't worry, it'll be over by the next chapter. I have estrogen shots.

© Satoshi Tajiri, T.V. Tokyo, The Pokémon Company...and stuff.

[Crack Lectures][1]-Burn bby, BURN.

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Max kicked the machine. "LOAD, MOTHERFUCKER!! YOU WILL NEVER MEET THE LORD OF DARKNESS AT THIS RATE!!!1"

UU: Rotom (Heat Form)

"ALL TOASTEHS TOAST TOAST."

"WE'RE ALL GONNA BURN IN AN ELECTRIC FIREY HELL!!1"

Professor Oak face palmed from his seat in a comfortable leather chair. He was dressed as Sailor Moon. "This is going to be a long day...do you mind?! I'm trying to role play here!"

Rotom poofed into the room...and started burning everything by using Overheat.

"YES, BURN! BURN UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT!!1"

Professor Oak got up, his ridiculously short skirt showing off certain hairy parts of his body nobody wanted to see. Even though he was at a reasonable distance from the fire, he spontaneously combusted, and started doing Sailor Moon poses.

"INTHENAMEOFTHEMOONIWILLPUNISHYOUINTHENAMEOFTHEMOONIWILLPUNISHYOUPUNISHIAMSAILORMOON"

As Oak was recovering from second degree burns, Max vomited fire on him, only worsening the situation and burning Oak's wig off. Max said that this was the true wrath of the lord Satan.

"Why can't I go one lecture session without being severely injured?!" Oak was now stopping, dropping and rolling.

Tracey was just kind of spazzing and freezing and making weird glitch noises and being an overall jerk.

"I think he's turned on," commented Ming Chao/not placeholder. "Now then..." Ming Chao cleared her throat. "Rotom is a weird, creepy little fucker, just like Max. Apparently this personified lightning bolt can possess household electronics and kill people while smugly grinning like the sadistic little douche it is, just like Max. It can lock you in its Frost Form and once you've surely died of hypothermia it'll proceed to digest you whole. Its Cut Form, well, try sticking your hand in it. No really, please do. It's Wash Form will surely drown you, soften your flesh with its water-like gastric fluids and digest you; its Spin Form will use its minor telekinetic ability to push you toward its center and chop your body into bite-size piece of delicious bloody human flesh..." Ming Chao started drooling. "As for its Heat Form, well..." Ming Chao turned away from the screen to reveal the scene going on.

Oak's body was now 75% burned with his Sailor Moon cosplay was almost completely burned off, Max was trying to put it out by stomping on Oak's manhood repeatedly as he chanted Latin chants of devotion to the flaming prince of darkness, Tracey (who STILL does not exist) was having a seizure while his crotch was flaming, Gary was in Johto assisting Snake as Professor Otacon Elm was on vacation with his whores, and the next chapter's new challengers were taking the sanity test over at the author's room.

"Now, when I say 'Tracey', what's the first word that comes to mind?"

May shrugged. "Drawing, I guess. Tracey sure does like to draw."

"Who the fuck is Tracey?" asked Drew. He crossed his arms and flipped his neon green hair in that order.

"Is he hot?" asked Harley. Oh Harley you so gay.~

"That's all for today," said Ming Chao. "Everyone Get Pokémon! Oh, and if you will just look over here..." She put on some goggles, took out what looked like a metallic dildo with a translucent tip, pressed a button, and the tip of the phallic piece of metal began blinking in various colors.

Your memory has been erased, and this chapter never happened.