"Now, Bob, Crapface," she said while driving, while Anthea rolled her eyes and hit her head against the seat and Concordia smashed Angie's seat in the back. "We're gonna have to find another little idiot to adopt, so bear with me."
Angie honked her horn. "And Crapface! No hitting my seat! Bob! Hitting your face against the seat will only make you more stupid than you already are!"
"Hey, 'Mom', isn't this child abuse? I mean, really?" Concordia yelled.
"Why are you adopting children if you don't like us?"
"Because! I'm some random lady who works for your dad."
Anthea and Concordia's faces lit up, as if they were telepathically sharing a thought: Yes! This annoying lady isn't our mom!
"Now, do you guys know any others I can adopt? I'm just doing this for a promotion, you little brats."
"Well, we do have a brother!" Concordia squealed. "You see, he got lost in the forest, but the adoption center took us, and not him!"
"Yeah, yeah, crapface, I really don't give a crap."
"Why do you have to be so rude?" Anthea snapped. "What did we do to you?"
"Look, I told you, I don't give a Magikarpian Zubat about any of you brats, and I'm just doing this for a promotion!" Angie snapped.
Anthea started to cry. Concordia looked at Angie and growled. "Look, I don't care if you're actually not our Mom, but that doesn't mean you have got to be sooooo rude to us!"
"Yeah, yeah, of course, Crapface, of course..." she muttered not really caring.
"UGH! I have about enough of this! Just drop me off somewhere, I'd rather live on the street than spend even one more minute with you!-" Angie was listening to her iPod.
"I give up." Concordia growled. "I...ugh! Don't you even want directions to the forest Natural was lost in!"
Angie took the right headphone out of her ear. "You're... Right! Where is it?"
Concordia took a sigh of relief, as Angie was finally giving a crap about what she was saying.
"Where is it?" she asked. "Like, do you not hear me?"
"Umm, over there! Take a left, then take a right, then take a left, then a right, then a left!"
"Are you sure those are even legit instructions, crapface?"
Concordia smirked. "Who's crapface?"
"UGHHHH! You, crapface! I forgot your name!"
"My name is Con-cor-di-a"
"Like I care. Cr-ap-fa-ce"
"Oh, I give up!"
"Oh well, I'll just go here, and you'll get a serious time out if you get us lost."
Concordia's heart raced. "Oh! Wait! In that case, ummm, I messed up, drive us to, umm, right, left, right, left, right!"
Anthea stared at Concordia. "Sister, what exactly were you trying to do?"
"Drive us off a cliff... I'd die before I go to a family where THIS lady works for." she whispered.
"Oh! Yay! Wait, what?"
"Hmm?" Angie muttered.
"No! No! It's nothing!"
"Hmm."
Turning over, they found themselves in a crazy situation. The young Natural was being carried off by some Aipom.
"Oh wow, he has Aipom."
"No! Angie! They want to kill Nate-yyyy!" Anthea shrieked.
"What? What makes you think that!"
"That's what the Aipom hearts say!"
Concordia rolled her eyes, but then gasped, listening to the voices of the Aipom troop.
"They do want to kill Nate-ee! Concordia shrieked.
"What's YOU guys's problems?"
"That's what the Aipom were saying!"
Angie rolled her eyes. These twerps can't be for real. They're playing some game. Ugh. I knew they were retards.
"Why isn't Natural picking up the voices too?" Concordia asked.
"I don't know! Maybe he's too relaxed!" Anthea replied.
"Angie-san! You have to let us go! He's gonna get killed!"
Brats are so hard to manage. But, what if they are actually hearing these Pokemon voices? Oh, well, these kids are gonna be a LOT for Ghetsis.