#HBC | Laundry
Grand Sage of Swag
[glow]LAUNDRY'S ALL-STARS POKEMON MAFIA![/glow]
"You totally saw that one coming."
Welcome to the world of Pokemon! I am the world-renowned and highly-celebrated POKEMON PROFESSOR. You may call me by my real gogdamn name, PROFESSOR OAK.
(Yes, you have to write my name in all-caps. It's Pokemon, everyone shouts proper nouns here. That Pikachu over there? You're not saying it right. You gotta shout it like it's a mother****in' PIKACHU. Say it with gusto, let me hear the music in your voice!)
(I am not a creep.)
(Please don't call the cops on me.)
AHEM WHERE WAS I OH YES I have been working life-long on studying the various kinds of Pokemon that inhabit this world. See, we're up to a ridiculous number now, because Game Freak does their best to live up to their name and keep producing piles upon piles of this **** just to continue cashing in on this lovable franchise. That's why jokes of Pokemon such as Garbador exist. Name another good reason why a PILE OF RUBBISH EXPLODING OUT OF A PLASTIC BAG IS CONSIDERED A PO-.
Sorry, I forgot to take my meds today. When you get as old as I do, you tend to get a bit senile! Which is why I completely fail to stay on point.
Where was I? Oh yes. Pokemon research. Highly-celebrated. Lots of **** discovered. Well, see, this makes me a target. In order to research these different Pokemon, I generally need to have a specimen or two to capture. This means that, on average, I have BUTT-****ING-TONS OF POKEMON HERE in the lab at any given time. And, y'know, no one's claimed them. They're actually pretty lonely. I try to give 'em all cuddles but, well
"Hey Oak, remember this?"
WHAT AUGH NO DON'T SHOW THEM THAT **** PUT IT AWAY PUT IT AWAY.
[banging noises]
...Interns. Anyway, with so many Pokemon stored here, there have been thieves wandering around just trying to take my ****. And I don't take too kindly to thieves. So, uh, can you go beat 'em up? They're a bunch of modern-day commies running around in black uniforms with a gigantic red R emblazoned upon them. Kids these days...
"You totally saw that one coming."
Welcome to the world of Pokemon! I am the world-renowned and highly-celebrated POKEMON PROFESSOR. You may call me by my real gogdamn name, PROFESSOR OAK.
(Yes, you have to write my name in all-caps. It's Pokemon, everyone shouts proper nouns here. That Pikachu over there? You're not saying it right. You gotta shout it like it's a mother****in' PIKACHU. Say it with gusto, let me hear the music in your voice!)
(I am not a creep.)
(Please don't call the cops on me.)
AHEM WHERE WAS I OH YES I have been working life-long on studying the various kinds of Pokemon that inhabit this world. See, we're up to a ridiculous number now, because Game Freak does their best to live up to their name and keep producing piles upon piles of this **** just to continue cashing in on this lovable franchise. That's why jokes of Pokemon such as Garbador exist. Name another good reason why a PILE OF RUBBISH EXPLODING OUT OF A PLASTIC BAG IS CONSIDERED A PO-.
Sorry, I forgot to take my meds today. When you get as old as I do, you tend to get a bit senile! Which is why I completely fail to stay on point.
Where was I? Oh yes. Pokemon research. Highly-celebrated. Lots of **** discovered. Well, see, this makes me a target. In order to research these different Pokemon, I generally need to have a specimen or two to capture. This means that, on average, I have BUTT-****ING-TONS OF POKEMON HERE in the lab at any given time. And, y'know, no one's claimed them. They're actually pretty lonely. I try to give 'em all cuddles but, well
"Hey Oak, remember this?"
WHAT AUGH NO DON'T SHOW THEM THAT **** PUT IT AWAY PUT IT AWAY.
[banging noises]
...Interns. Anyway, with so many Pokemon stored here, there have been thieves wandering around just trying to take my ****. And I don't take too kindly to thieves. So, uh, can you go beat 'em up? They're a bunch of modern-day commies running around in black uniforms with a gigantic red R emblazoned upon them. Kids these days...