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What the **** did you just ******* say about Bulbasaur, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in Trainer School, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Team Rocket Bases, and I have over 600 confirmed caught Pokemon. I am trained in Pokemon warfare and I’m the top trainer in the entire Kanto region. You are nothing to me but just another wild pokemon. I will wipe you the **** out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ******* Poffins. You think you can get away with saying that to my starter over the Internet? Think again, ******. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across Johto and your Trainer Card is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your charmander. You’re ******* going to black out, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can faint your pokemon in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my Route 1 Pidgey. Not only am I a Pokemon Master, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Elite 4 and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass back to the PokeCenter, you little ****. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ******* tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the pokedollars, you goddamn idiot. I will **** fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re ******* dead, Youngster Joey.
10/10. Would read again.
What the potato did you just ******* say about me, you little potato? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the potato Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on potato, and I have over 300 confirmed potatoes. I am trained in potato *********** warfare and I’m the top potato in the entire US potato forces. You are nothing to me but just another potato. I will wipe you the potato out with precision the likes of which has never been potatoed before on this Earth, mark my ******* potatoes. You think you can get away with saying that potato to me over the Internet? Think again, potato. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of potatoes across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, potato. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your potato. You’re ******* potato, potato. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can potato you in over seven hundred potatoes, and that’s just with my bare potatoes. Not only am I extensively trained in potato combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United potatos Marine potatoes and I will use it to its full potato to wipe your miserable potato off the face of the ******, you little potato. If only you could have known what unholy potato your little “******” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ******* potato. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the potato, you goddamn potato. I will **** potato all over you and you will drown in it. You’re ******* a dead potato kid.
What in Davy Jones’ locker did ye just bark at bulbasaur, ye scurvy bilgerat? I’ll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the seven seas, and I’ve led numerous raids on fishing villages, and raped over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o’ swag. I’ll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o’ pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind o’ monsoon that’ll wipe ye off the map. You’re sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o’er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o’ the line with a cutlass, but I have an entire pirate fleet at my beck and call and I’ll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off o’ the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, and now ye’ll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I’ll **** fury all over ye and ye’ll drown in the depths o’ it. You’re fish food now
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