take this Nibiru-Mul! hahahaHAhahAHahA
N fell into the black couch in Grimsley's room, hugging the cushions underneath him. "Grimsley, I think you could be the next Dracula."
"I think I have a gambling addiction," Grimsley said warily, shuddering at the thought, while he pretended to be a stripper on the one of four poles that surrounded the last piece of furniture he owned. "I gambled my life away, N! I don't even have a sofa now!"
"Remember when every Game Corner in every Pokemon game was taken out of the European versions? Remember when they said that wasn't fair, so every other nation had to give up Game Corner too? That means Unova doesn't have slot machines and that means... YOU AREN'T A GAMBLING ADDICT!" N snapped both his fingers and pointed at Grimsley slyly.
"One time, I bet my family that I would win a game of Pokér, then I lost my family!" Grimsley cried.
N started to sob at what a touching story Grimsley told, deciding to record it later that night in his diary. "You have a lot of gel in your hair and that's all that matters!"
"R-really?"
"I also like your shoes!" N took a tissue out of his pocket and dabbed his wet eyelids with it.
"Oh, I hate myself so much." Grimsley sighed.
What came next... surprised N to the fullest. The platform they were on was held up by chains, and there was space between it and the wall... And.. And...
And Grimsley stepped backward toward the edge, a hand at his chest. "This is the end, N..." Then he jumped.
Soon after, a Swoobat flew up from the black hole underneath N and croaked, batting its wings and weeping gallons of tears.
"Oh my god."