1Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fanfic, except Matt and possible mobster Mew.
Matt and company were on the border of Cerulean City when Misty started jumping up in down again in an angry fashion. Matt, Mew, and Brock were instantly hypnotized by the miraculous bouncing D-cups, which also hypnotized the Pope who was driving a bus full of nuns to fall off a cliff a die in a horrible flaming wreck. (That leads to the moral of this story, girls, always walk around topless, because you make men very happy, except for Ryan C-crest, (figure it out on your own) he likes dudes)
Ryan C-crest: I take offense to that!
Matt takes out a gun that shots flaming, heat-seeking chainsaws! He then shot it about 3 times.
Matt: Die! Your show sucks!
Matt and company then moved out of the flaming circle of Ryan's bloody, scattered remains to listen to Misty's plea.
Misty: Uh... Wouldn't you like to go to the next gym and come back to Cerulean's later.
Matt: No. Let's go.
Misty: If you skip this gym I'll let you have your way with me.
Matt: Nah. I did that 7 times yesterday.
Misty: Yeah, I forgot about that.
Matt: Let's go!
Misty: Fine!
Brock: Meeps!
Matt: What?
Brock: Sorry, I just hadn't said anything in a while.
Misty: Just for that I won't let you have sex with tonight.
Brock: Damn it!
The group then went and went towards the Cerulean City Gym. Meeps!