"Cook me a thing, Nnny-poo!" Juniper barked like an Arcanine, making echoes in her very empty lab.
"What do you effing want now?!" N cried depressingly, drunk off gin he milked from an alcoholic Purrloin.
Junpier strutted over and fell on top of him, making the couch collapse underneath him because of their combined weight. She had gained nearly 200 points. Her stupid ex-husband told her she needed to increase her BMI to the equivalence of a Snorlax's one day, and then she went overboard with it. They got divorced soon after and N was her rebound at this point. Not to mention a mighty fine chef.
The Pokemon scientist choked on the gummy worms stored inside her hamster cheeks and rolled her eyes. "You know what I want. Mareep pie. I crave it, N. I need it."
"You had 2 tons of that earlier today at Regirock Restaurant!"
Stuttering to argue back at him, Junpier managed a, "No! Theirs... they... they um..."
N snarled at her angrily. "Just because I'm a chef goddess makes it okay for you to use and abuse!"
"Ya it does. I'm a professor, thank you, and I do as I please."
N cried louder and did an Ishita-siddhi on Juniper so he could stand up. Sad and lonely, N slew a Mareep.
When he walked back in an hour later with the pie, Juniper was no where in sight. "Yoy," he meowed. He waltzed back over to the couch and drank gin right from the utter, sighing.