5.

Renball Z sat on a throne, which was made up of Grimsley and Black as they were forced to be on their hands and knees, letting Renball Z's tender buttocks rub against their aching backs. Black City's inhabitants nourished their king as this happened. They gave him everything that he wanted, from Gatorade to beef jerky. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, and Renball Z had tacos for breakfast. Yet, for Black, who was firmly caught beneath Renball Z's twin butt cheeks, it was the very worst of times. Yes, this was true masculinity.

All this nourishment changed Renball Z's friendship with Black and Grimsley. A reason being was there were times when Black and Grimley's backs vibrated when Renball Z let out a fat nasty trash of a fart. The smell radiated the room for five hours straight until it disappeared, but this gave Renball Z another excellent opportunity to blast out more toots for the world.

Black eventually collapsed from the combination of weight and gas, causing Renball Z to topple backwards and land on the floor in an uninspiring heap. The collected audience gasped and few "DAMN"s floated out from the crowd. Black's weak little boy body caused both Black and Grimsley to get thrown in jail for failing to keep Black City's king lifted.

Renball Z realized the error of his ways, so one night, while his faithful servants were told to go hunt for some Deerling, he pussyfooted to his locked up and smelly comrades to get them out. They were his true friends, after all. Well, not really. He didn't know shit about Black, and Grimsley was an asshole, but they were able to keep up with his brown mists. That's what makes them true tomodachis.

A few servants were carrying the corpse of a Deerling as they caroled "Das Boot." They almost dropped their dinner when they saw their king with the criminals, who in turn saw them. The trio was heading towards the enchanted basketball hoops.

"Ruh-oh," Marshal went, immediately losing his title. He knew right at that moment that his servants have lost all of their respect for their king. His ex-servants prepared to chase them after tossing the dead Pokemon aside they shouted "Criminal!"

Marshal continued to carry the weak Grimsley and Black towards the basketball hoops. The gate, which was usually closed, was already opened, and this was Marshal's doing before he went to rescue his faggots. While he was Renball Z, he learned Black City's secrets such as how to enter the sacred hoop temple.

His pursuers concluded that that was where he was heading, so one of them went to close the gate with a push of a button. While Marshal dashed with all his might, the gates were slowly closing.

Grimsley and Black frantically cheered him on, but it was quite clear that they weren't going to make it. And with this, Marshal took every ounce of dignity and strength he had to chuck the two of his friends fifty-five feet into the temple.

"Bananabrows, what are you doing?" Grimsley shouted. "I know you're better than that!" He will never admit it, but tears were forming in his eyes.

Marshal was bent over with his hands on his knees as he was gasping for breath until he realized that he had a half-full bottle of Gatorade left. He immediately pulled it out of his royal fanny pack and made the most legendary chug one will ever have the chance of seeing. His pursuers almost caught up to him, but he left them all in the dust for now the wind was at his back as he sweated the color orange.

He sprung and made it just in time before the gates could close. During the process, Marshal rammed himself into Grimsley, giving him a concussion.

The people of Black City watched and booed as Black handed a basketball he found to Marshal.

"You deserve to shoot hoops, Renball Z," Black said admirably.

Yet Marshal shook his head and pushed the ball away. "No. You shoot hoops."

Every single person gasped. Well, except for Grimsley since he was unconscious.

"But I might not make it!" Black sputtered. "Why would you turn down a perfectly firm ball?"

"If I shoot hoops, then friends shoot hoops," were Marshal's words of wisdom. This, frankly, opened everyone's eyes.

Regardless, Black gulped. He dribbled the ball for what seemed like forever as the thought of an Elite Four member entrusting him with their destiny haunted his mind. This was almost as bad as the time Black was trapped in the ferris wheel with N stripping and declaring that he was the king of Team Plasma. Actually, no, that was worse, and now Black couldn't get that image out of his head.

Black shot the ball.

And it bounced off the rim.

Everyone gasped, and Black quickly dug his head into his hands. Grimsley woke up to question his surroundings until the incoming basketball smashed into his cranium. It bounced off.

And it went into the hoop.

"HOLY SHIT!" Black screamed. It would be certain that he was screaming about his luck, not Grimsley's.

Marshal picked Grimsley up and threw him into the hoop. He went poof. Seeing that this theory worked, he allowed Black to jump in next.

Before Marshal went in the hoop, he turned towards the inhabitants of Black City as a single tear went down his eye.

The trio made it back. Grimsley, Black, and Marshal tumbled out of the hoop and back on the court where there stood Shauntal and Caitlain.

"Hey, assholes, you're back!" Shauntal greeted. "And you brought back the kid!" Caitlain approached Marshal to explain that she cursed the tub of basketballs in order to save Black.

After that was said and done, Grimsley woke up in a chair. He found himself dazed at a table with a birthday cake in front of him, while Marshal, Black, Shauntal, and Caitlain surrounded him.

"W-what's going on?" Grimsley questioned.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Marshal shouted, grabbing a fist filled with cake and smashing it into Grimsley's face.

Grimsley died that day.