Hahahaha these never get old.
Written 2009-2010, age 15.
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"Our eyes have met! We must battle!"
"Ah, crap," Strong Bad muttered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tiny sphere. "Look, man, I'm kind of in a hurry, so how 'bout we just say you lost and I take half your money?"
"Nice twy, westleman," the challenger spat, a ball rising to levitate next to him. Wrestleman? What kind of nickname was that? "But you're not gonna weasel your way outta this one! GO, ODDISH!"
The Pokeball flung over and, hitting the ground, released what looked like... a blue turnip. Strong Bad could've fallen over in laughter, it was that pitiful. But no.
"Wipe the floor, Charizard," he drawled, lightly spinning his ball upwards; as it impacted, a red stream shot out and morphed into the familiar shape of a tall dragon, roaring in a show of massive bravado. "Flamethrower that thing."
Charizard smirked, seemingly as unimpressed as its trainer, and let loose a molten geyser at the tiny Pokemon. It was super effective. "What?! Still not dead?"
"Don't think you'll be able to beat me so easily!" Oddish seemed just about unconscious, yet it still pulled itself up for another beating. "Use Absorb!" The Pokemon nodded and scrunched its eyes up in concentration: Charizard growled as white orbs started to emerge from its body, rushing into Oddish as soon as they'd been sucked out. "Now hit it with an Acid!"
"Flamethrower," said Strong Bad, and Charizard used Flamethrower. "There, I beat it. Hand over the muchos now."
"And where exactly do you think you're going? We still have five Pokemon left!"
"... Good god, let me drop dead right now."