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QE:Hello.
Cyndaquil: They's a lot of swearing in this. More than normal for you.
Evestar:How do you know?
Cyndaquil:I counted. Four.
Evetsar:Piss. Five.
QE:Shit. Makes six.
Cyndaquil:Queen Eevee owns nothing.
"Why bother with love?" A red haired boy asked as he lent over the window. Most of his face was covered by a mask, which gave his eyes a white glow and was a red outfit with a black wait coat. "I fell in love with a girl and she left me because I didn't tell her I was a member of the elite four." He whispered.
Little did the psychic trainer know a blond girl wearing a black skimpy dress was watching him.
"I love her." He whispered.
"Will if you loved her and she doesn't love you. You've always got me." She said walking up to him.
"Fuck off Karen. How many bloody times do I have to tell you NO! I don't love you and I don't give a fuck what you think so piss off." He yelled in rage storming out of the room.
"Stop laughing Lance." Karen said.
A bloke wearing a black cape came out laughing his head off.
"I don't get what's so funny?" Karen asked.
"Will put some laughing gas in his room this morning." A muscular bloke said.
"Thanks for the info Bruno." She smiled running out the room. "Will here I come." A black cat ran out after her.
QE:Laughing gas can even make a pickel seem funny.
Evestar:Really.
QE:Yep.
Cyndaquil:Please review.
Evestar:Or I'll hit Cyndaquil around the head with Mrs Baseball bat.