Angie came into the adoption center.
"Good morning!" said Nurse Joy, who worked at the adoption center too, by the way. "Would you like to adopt a Pokemon or a human?"
"Um, a human. Do I look stupid to you?" she snapped.
"Alright, so unfortunately, we only have three children in today." she sighed. "I'm so sorry, miss."
"What do I look like? Like I wanna form a kid parade?" Angie scolded.
"Well, yeah. Anyway, the three children are playing in the park outside." said Nurse Joy.
"I'll take all three of them" said Angie.
Nurse Joy chuckled as if she knew something was wrong with that.
"Are you... Sure?" she hinted.
"Fine, I'll go check them out."
Her eyes opened wide as she stepped outside. She shook in horror. She gasped and nearly fainted.
There were two beautiful young girls. One with long hot pink hair, looked about three years of age, and the other had braided blonde hair, about four. But among them, was a young boy with brown hair, a really ugly face, and looked as if he wasn't clean or hadn't showered in days. No wonder the young girls were staying aside of him.
Angie paused and thought about how mad her boss would be if she chose that child.
"Excuse me!" Angie snapped. "Don't you need a liscense to be THAT ugly?"
The young boy started crying. The young girls looked at her and as soon as they noticed Angie returning her glance, they looked back at the toys in panic, hoping they wouldn't be adopted in a family of strictness.
To the young girls' surprise, and of course, unfortune, Angie called for Nurse Joy. "I'll take the two girls."
They exchanged looks of total panic.
"Excuse me?" said the blond girl. "Do you have to adopt us?"
The pink haired girl stared at Nurse Joy with a look of wanting mercy. "Come on, don't let us be taken into her family!" she whined.
"Taken." Angie declared.
"What?!" the two girls screeched in panic.
"Sorry. As long as she signs the paper, you two are hers."
Angie picked up the pen and paper. "Paper, status: signed." she declared.
"No!" they shouted in sync.
"So. What are your names or are you nameless." Angie asked, really not caring.
"Well, as a start, I'm Anthea." said the young girl with pink hair.
"Bob it is." said Angie.
"You can't just call me Bob!" she snapped.
"Oh, but I did." said Angie.
"But my name's Anthea!"
"Okay, whatever, Bob. What the heck is this other retard's name." she asked, still not giving a crap.
"Hey! I'm not a retard!" the blonde haired girl snapped. "And my name's Concordia!"
"Crapface it is."
"WHAT THE?! Don't call me crapface!"
"It's crapface, retard, or billy."
"Arrrgghhhh! Why don't you just call me Concordia and call my sister Anthea?"
"Because those aren't your names. They will be Bob and Crapface, whether ya like it or a-not. Now get in the car." she said.
The two girls stood up, and looked at Nurse Joy with a look saying Nurse Joy, why did you do this to us?
They walked into the car, as Angie followed behind.
"This stinks." Concordia groaned.
"Crapface, life stinks. Get over it."
"Your van stinks too! It smells like poop!" Anthea moaned.
"Shut up, Bob."