Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, nor do I own Discworld
Authors notes: I will continue to treat Gary in a horrible way. Which is strange given that he is the hero of the story. You could call him my Rincewind for all purposes. So with this all said and done, on with the next chapter.
The next morning, Helix was still asleep in the same position that he took the other night. His head was on the coffee table and he was snoring loudly. Which was something because that was more than a mouthful scumble that he drank before sleep, and he was still alive. He was exactly like this when Ash found. Ash Ketchum is a certain type of person. The type where sayings like curiosity killed the cat were tailored made for. Now Ash was looking over the things that Helix left out, and one of them was a bottle of scumble. "Hmm. What's this?" Ash asked to himself as he picked up the bottle. He read the label
'Skumbule Ae produck ofe Lancre
In-greedy-ants Yts mayd fromme apils welle maynly apils
Kashun do notte putte thys drince in mettale cuppes'
"Apils? Oh, apples. If its just apple juice then, there's no harm." He said as he took a very large, long swig of the liquid. When the liquid hit the bottom of his stomach, something bad happened, but not from his point of view. Because he suddenly wanted to have a discussion on philosophy with a wall. "Hello, Mr. Lemon. Now that you're here, all we have to do is wait for the pink elephants so we can have our party." Ash said to a potted plant. While he was talking to the inanimate objects, people were starting to stare at him. Which he seemed to ignore with a grin cemented on his face.
"Mister!?! Yo, Mister!?! You need to wake up!" Misty told Helix as she shook him. "Beavers and ducks!!!!" Helix exclaimed as he woke up. "Oh, hello. Can I help you?" Helix asked Misty. "A friend of mine drank some of that stuff in that bottle and…and… well… look for yourself." She said as she pointed where Ash was. He was trying to stand on the walls, saying everyone else should be doing the same, lest they fall. "Oh. Well he sure hold it well given that he is still alive. I would just play along if I were you. Because he will feel like hell in three hours. So enjoy his mental instability while you can." Helix told Misty, before he went back into his sleeping position.
You know what, I would say that Ash took that pretty well. Just wait till next chapter, where Misty and Brock and Gary will learn the intricacies of Cripple Mr. Onion. And Gary is going to be singing. Hint here, it is one of the songs that is never sung sober when people sing it. And the Bledlows don't like it.
Authors notes: I will continue to treat Gary in a horrible way. Which is strange given that he is the hero of the story. You could call him my Rincewind for all purposes. So with this all said and done, on with the next chapter.
The next morning, Helix was still asleep in the same position that he took the other night. His head was on the coffee table and he was snoring loudly. Which was something because that was more than a mouthful scumble that he drank before sleep, and he was still alive. He was exactly like this when Ash found. Ash Ketchum is a certain type of person. The type where sayings like curiosity killed the cat were tailored made for. Now Ash was looking over the things that Helix left out, and one of them was a bottle of scumble. "Hmm. What's this?" Ash asked to himself as he picked up the bottle. He read the label
'Skumbule Ae produck ofe Lancre
In-greedy-ants Yts mayd fromme apils welle maynly apils
Kashun do notte putte thys drince in mettale cuppes'
"Apils? Oh, apples. If its just apple juice then, there's no harm." He said as he took a very large, long swig of the liquid. When the liquid hit the bottom of his stomach, something bad happened, but not from his point of view. Because he suddenly wanted to have a discussion on philosophy with a wall. "Hello, Mr. Lemon. Now that you're here, all we have to do is wait for the pink elephants so we can have our party." Ash said to a potted plant. While he was talking to the inanimate objects, people were starting to stare at him. Which he seemed to ignore with a grin cemented on his face.
"Mister!?! Yo, Mister!?! You need to wake up!" Misty told Helix as she shook him. "Beavers and ducks!!!!" Helix exclaimed as he woke up. "Oh, hello. Can I help you?" Helix asked Misty. "A friend of mine drank some of that stuff in that bottle and…and… well… look for yourself." She said as she pointed where Ash was. He was trying to stand on the walls, saying everyone else should be doing the same, lest they fall. "Oh. Well he sure hold it well given that he is still alive. I would just play along if I were you. Because he will feel like hell in three hours. So enjoy his mental instability while you can." Helix told Misty, before he went back into his sleeping position.
You know what, I would say that Ash took that pretty well. Just wait till next chapter, where Misty and Brock and Gary will learn the intricacies of Cripple Mr. Onion. And Gary is going to be singing. Hint here, it is one of the songs that is never sung sober when people sing it. And the Bledlows don't like it.
