Damn You Pikachu
Ch. 11
Dylan hurried up to Professor Duke, who still had devil dude sitting on his shoulder. "You can see him? You can see the little purple devil?"
Duke looks at Dylan. "What in the hell are you talking about?"
Duke walked away, leaving Dylan wide eyed as they devil smiled and stuck his tongue out.
Mystic walked up to Duke and congratulated him. The little devil dude hopped off of Duke's shoulder and once again began humping Mystic's leg. She didn't notice. After the devil dude was done, he walked up to Dylan and jumped up on his shoulder. "What ya up to dick shit."
Dylan glared at the little devil. "Why were you talking to Prof. Duke? He can't hear you."
"He can't hear me, but the voices in his head are really good guys. I've gotten to know them all well. He can hear the voices in his head, and they usually talk to him."
"So he is crazy."
"No, he just puts things in perspective."
To a building to Dylan's left, Logan emerged celebrating with a bottle of whiskey in his as everyone in the building cheered him on as he left. Dylan rushed at the door, trying to make it inside for the party, and the door gets slammed before he reaches it and he crushes his face in the door, and falls unconscious.
**
Dylan wakes up in his hotel room, alone. He walks outside to see the people stirring, getting ready to watch the next round. The door to the room next to him opened, and Duke and Mystic came out, making out with each other as they walked. Duke released her and walked over to the arena.
Dylan stared at Mystic. "Dude! He is like 30 years older than you!"
Mystic glared at Dylan. "I'm 21 years old. I can do what I want. And he isn't 30 years older than me, he's only 20 years older." She turned her shoulder and walked towards the arena, and Dylan followed.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen." The announcer called out. "Today is the second round of the Pikachu Killing Finals!"
The entire crowd cheered madly.
"Today's topic: The Art of Death! And we all now that cooking is an art, so Logan Blow-demall- up is gonna show us how to make a quick Pikachu smoothie and a snack to go with!"
The crowd cheered louder as Logan stood up to a small table. He first placed a pikachu, tied appropriately, on the table. The crowd cheered as Logan pulled out of his magic pocket a blender and a lot of big knives. He placed the pikachu in the blender, and turned it on only briefly, and the pikachu had become severed just below its midsection. Logan pulled out the pikachu, and then poured the left over Pika-puree on a deep platter. Using precise skill, he then removed the pikachu's spine with a large knife, and left it intact with the head. The spine took with it all internal organs, intact, so the Pikachu was still alive. He placed the removed meat on the bladder, and used a blowtorch to ignite the fur. He put the rest of the living Pikachu in the Blender and hit "frapee." All the bone and organs broke down into a smooth liquid. He then added some apple juice and a spearmint leaf, mixed them, and then set up a glass of it next to his plate. He then sat down, and began to eat.
The judges gave him a 7.0, giving him a total of 12.5 so far.
Next came Duke, who was in second, and had a modified airbrush. At the air compressor of the brush, he had a pikachu stuck in a tube, and the tube had a razor sharp fan at the end of it. The pikachu was slowly fed into the fan, and diced up in a painful, long lasting death. Duke made an airbrush painting of Mystic, and received a 6.5 from the judges, giving him a total of 13.5.
Iona Staff's was simple, and received a low score. She put on some high- heeled tap shoes and tap danced on top of a pikachu. Her performance was poor and the Pikachu died quickly. She received a 6.0 and brought her a total of 13.5, placing her in the next round, and knocking off Logan.
Ch. 11
Dylan hurried up to Professor Duke, who still had devil dude sitting on his shoulder. "You can see him? You can see the little purple devil?"
Duke looks at Dylan. "What in the hell are you talking about?"
Duke walked away, leaving Dylan wide eyed as they devil smiled and stuck his tongue out.
Mystic walked up to Duke and congratulated him. The little devil dude hopped off of Duke's shoulder and once again began humping Mystic's leg. She didn't notice. After the devil dude was done, he walked up to Dylan and jumped up on his shoulder. "What ya up to dick shit."
Dylan glared at the little devil. "Why were you talking to Prof. Duke? He can't hear you."
"He can't hear me, but the voices in his head are really good guys. I've gotten to know them all well. He can hear the voices in his head, and they usually talk to him."
"So he is crazy."
"No, he just puts things in perspective."
To a building to Dylan's left, Logan emerged celebrating with a bottle of whiskey in his as everyone in the building cheered him on as he left. Dylan rushed at the door, trying to make it inside for the party, and the door gets slammed before he reaches it and he crushes his face in the door, and falls unconscious.
**
Dylan wakes up in his hotel room, alone. He walks outside to see the people stirring, getting ready to watch the next round. The door to the room next to him opened, and Duke and Mystic came out, making out with each other as they walked. Duke released her and walked over to the arena.
Dylan stared at Mystic. "Dude! He is like 30 years older than you!"
Mystic glared at Dylan. "I'm 21 years old. I can do what I want. And he isn't 30 years older than me, he's only 20 years older." She turned her shoulder and walked towards the arena, and Dylan followed.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen." The announcer called out. "Today is the second round of the Pikachu Killing Finals!"
The entire crowd cheered madly.
"Today's topic: The Art of Death! And we all now that cooking is an art, so Logan Blow-demall- up is gonna show us how to make a quick Pikachu smoothie and a snack to go with!"
The crowd cheered louder as Logan stood up to a small table. He first placed a pikachu, tied appropriately, on the table. The crowd cheered as Logan pulled out of his magic pocket a blender and a lot of big knives. He placed the pikachu in the blender, and turned it on only briefly, and the pikachu had become severed just below its midsection. Logan pulled out the pikachu, and then poured the left over Pika-puree on a deep platter. Using precise skill, he then removed the pikachu's spine with a large knife, and left it intact with the head. The spine took with it all internal organs, intact, so the Pikachu was still alive. He placed the removed meat on the bladder, and used a blowtorch to ignite the fur. He put the rest of the living Pikachu in the Blender and hit "frapee." All the bone and organs broke down into a smooth liquid. He then added some apple juice and a spearmint leaf, mixed them, and then set up a glass of it next to his plate. He then sat down, and began to eat.
The judges gave him a 7.0, giving him a total of 12.5 so far.
Next came Duke, who was in second, and had a modified airbrush. At the air compressor of the brush, he had a pikachu stuck in a tube, and the tube had a razor sharp fan at the end of it. The pikachu was slowly fed into the fan, and diced up in a painful, long lasting death. Duke made an airbrush painting of Mystic, and received a 6.5 from the judges, giving him a total of 13.5.
Iona Staff's was simple, and received a low score. She put on some high- heeled tap shoes and tap danced on top of a pikachu. Her performance was poor and the Pikachu died quickly. She received a 6.0 and brought her a total of 13.5, placing her in the next round, and knocking off Logan.