He knows 3 moves. 3 moves! I wish I knew that many... Tackle, Poison Gas, Pain Split (Egg move motherfucker!), these are all ways Koff Koff can fuck your shit up. If you mess with me you have to go through this Godemon (once again, waiting for the copyright to come through).
On top of that he understands me. Him and I are the same, he is trapped in a purple suit of armor as I am (little known fact about me is that my clothes double as armor, +2 cold resistant armor to be exact). Just looking up at his reassuringly blank face makes me feel better. Its like he has put up a facade of oblivious stupidity just to make me feel better about my intelligence! ...Not that I'm stupid or anything.
Shit I can't get this rare candy out of this jar! Uh oh.
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I think my hands stuck now. Werll Iocxaankeepttpinvg hopsefcullyblui r9uzsxaqkmundersgand ewhat I sm, syailmng./,
Ahhhhhh. That feels good. A Nurse Joy pulled it off my hand. What a nice lady. Oh shit, Pink is giving me a dirty look. Act naturally, hug Koff Koff and hum the 1960's Crobatman theme song as loud as I can. Okay good she isn't looking anymore. On to serious matters.
My poor Koff Koff is sick. His own poison causes him to break out in pokehives, cause a pokeacid reflex, and make him pokesmell-bad. I swear to you, readers of this blog, that I will fix him! No matter the cost! I guess I need money... Maybe one of those antidotes from the pokemarts will fix him... I would be able to afford one using the ads on the blog Pink put up, but she says I would spend it on something stupid, like an antidote to use on my Koffing.
This is a matter of life or death! It isn't Stupid!
Catch you later.
Purple Gitimall
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