I listened to that man talk for almost 24 hours. I hate the Pokemon Fanclub, I hate the Chairman of the Pokemon Fanclub, I hate Rapidash, and now I hate myself for only now thinking of punching everyone in the face and leaving. I will now burn the building down.
As I walked out of the building, I was hit in the face with a Farfetch'd. The guy who threw it said something how he wanted a Spearow but he had inherited the “Shitty Duck” from his now deceased father. I guess “Shitty Duck” is its nickname. I stuffed it in my pocket as I didn't have any pokeballs to put it into (Lucky my pockets are made of the same material my backpack is so I can keep anything I manage to cram in there). I then commanded Garfunkel to burn down the Fanclub (I will never forgive you).
As I nonchalantly ran like fuck out of Vermillion, I found myself by the house that leads to Cycling Road (I ran straight through Saffron and Celadon without noticing, must be because I have a duck in my pants). Well I guess I should take it so I can see the real Fuchsia City (and not the fake Pallet Town one). It turns out I walked through the wrong door as I was on the opposite side of one of Kanto's world famous impassible fences. I will never understand how these things work.
I saw a house and figured, “Why the fuck not!”, and walked straight in so that I may take whatever I find there. Nobody ever says that I shouldn't, so I will continue to do it until someone says otherwise (although at that point I will tell them everyone else let me and then kill them because they do not belong in this world). As I started munching on a sandwich I saw on the table (SANDWICH IS ALL FOODGROUPS), I noticed a girl on the other side of the table. By law, because she wasn't a pokemon trainer, she couldn't say anything unless she was spoken to by a passing pokemon trainer. I walked up to her and engaged her in conversation because the worst she could do is talk too much and I have to burn her house down.
She gave me the HM for fly in exchange for not telling people that she was living here. I had no plans on telling anyone anything but if you are giving out things in order to keep your location a secret there must be some benefit for telling local gang members/mafia/law enforcement/reporters for mass media/people on the internet. She then rambled on how if I use the HM on a flying pokemon, it could then fly. Can't flying pokemon already fly? I threw the HM on the ground, stomped it and then whipped out my “Shitty Duck” and took to the skies. I am surfing through the air on a Farfetch'd. This is not farfetched in any way.
Catch You Later.
Purple Gitimall
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