WHO'S THAT POKEMON?
Iiiit's... Squashed Vulpix! The Roadkill Pokemon!
"Urpffh," urpffhed Nurse Joy as she tried to withold from throwing up. She failed and a stream of vomit landed on top of the sticky counter of the Pokemon center.
"Please heal my Vulpix back to full health!" the little girl pleaded, looking up innocently at Nurse Joy who was not-so-joyfully wiping streaks of vomit off the corner of her mouth.
From the opened Friend Ball, a bag of Vulpix-shaped bones tumbled forth, to the horror of everyone in the room except for the little girl and her mother.
"I demand that you heal our precious Vulpix right now!" the mother yelled, tapping her heels on the sticky linoleum. "It's still under warranty!"
Nurse Joy answered by throwing up a second time, sending splashes of vomit onto the bag of Vulpix-shaped bones.
"This is unacceptable! I want to speak to your manager!" the mother yelled.
"Blarrblfh," Nurse Joy could only manage. "Blallrrrhg! Ablharbrhrf! Fhfhkflark!"