Well, if you're sick of me too bad! I am just having fun and you can just flame me or enjoy the comedy. Beware that this story has mild sexual content so...none of you young little turds should be reading this.

Dylan made his way along the dirt trail talking to an imaginary friend of his that happens to be a little devil that enjoys singing. This is an odd trait he has that almost jeopardized his chances of becoming a pokemon killer. No one is yet sure how he passed the psychology test.

There was a rustle in the bushes near by and Dylan's friend disappeared. Out of a bush came a Meowth walking on its hind legs and rubbing it's ass and looked incredibly depressed. "Man my ass hurts," the Meowth spoke.

"Holy shit!" Dylan stared in amazement. "A talking Meowth? You're seriously gonna die."

"Don't touch that pokemon," A mysterious voice ordered. From the same area where the Meowth came from two boys, slightly older than Dylan, appeared. They were both wearing black shirts with an "R" written on.

"Who are you?" Dylan asked.

He instantly regretted that question. The two boys broke out in a rhyme...

"To prevent all pokemon from daily pleasures..."

"To hump all pokemon into a fit of seizures..."

"To denounce the evils of condoms and toys..."

"To spread our tradition to the youngest of boys..."

"Jimmy,"

"Jake,"

"Team Rapist jacks off at the speed of light,"

"Surrender now or get cum in your sight."

(The meowth appeared in between the two looking depressed due to the fact of the common molestation to him) "Meowth...that...is...right."

"Let me get this right. You two go around raping pokemon and celebrate about it?" Dylan stared at the two in disgust.

"Well, we also video tape 'em and if we get any rare pokemon we send them to our boss and he'll gives a great reward." A small hot air balloon appeared behind them and they got in. Dylan had gotten sick of these two and threw his poke-knife into the balloon causing jet propulsion and sending the nasty trio away.

"You should've killed ya know." The little devil returned to Dylan's side.

"I went for the big target cause my aim isn't too great."

"Oh well," the little critter smirked. "It's not like we'll ever see them again.....right?"

After a few more minutes of walking the two arrived at Tinterra town. It was small and Dylan figured it was lame except for the fact that there apparently was some sort of roast going on because of all the edible pokemon in the area were being roasted over an open fire.

His little devil friend disappeared again when it noticed someone coming their way. It was once again Logan and he had already gotten drunk at the festival. "He man, join in. It's the annual poke roast. Roasted Pidgey, flame broiled Tauros burgers, and all the alcohol you can drink and it's all free for official pokemon killers or pokemon killing trainees like us." Logan hiccupped and walked away.

Dylan immediately walked up to the drink vender and asked for a six-pack of beer.

"Sure kid, just show me your Killing Permit and it's all yours."

Dylan searched his pockets and couldn't find it. He checked his wallet and it wasn't there. It wasn't even deep within his magic pocket. "Uh sir, I seem to have left it in the woods, but I'll gladly show it to you when I get a replacement."

"No ID, No booze." The vender turned away and talked to a different customer.

"Damn it!" Dylan yelled out loud. He then saw his permit. It was in the hands of his little imaginary devil friend who had stolen it when Dylan wasn't looking. "Oh, you little bitch." He lunged around after the little pest, as the devil kept moving very quickly in sharp zigzags. Everyone stared at the young man who was chasing after the invisible creature and yelling out insults and offensive comments. Dylan gave up after an hour of chasing the little bastard around.

Dylan decided to check out the city gym but realized that it was closed due to the festival. He sat down and watched everyone have a good time at the festival. When it reached late in the night everyone had left and the festival ended. The little devil appeared on Dylan's shoulder and dropped the Permit into his lap. Dylan tried to grab it and strangle it but it was no use and he eventually gave up. "I guess I'll have to win a badge tomorrow to earn a little respect."