ACKSHUN

[tank_rockarms]

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a valiant blue knight who rode atop a steed made out of orange iron. He was a mighty knight, and had slain many in battle.

But one day, an evil imp by the name of VINCENT. V. VINESON came out of the wooded forest glen and did several thousand dollars worth of damage to the muscular knight's equipage.

The brave knight took off after this vile svartálfar and soundly beat him to within an inch of his life, and also sprayed numerous effusions from his stomach upon the foul defiler of his sweet ride, because of the contemptible reprobate's noxious particulate matter.

Several days later, it came to the mind of the knight exactly who this wretched daemon might have been, and so, dear reader, he went to confront him.

Max knocked on Vinnie's door.

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He caught Vinnie's look and sent him an equally wary one. It was almost like he knew what he was thinking, or something. But since he was nearing death there was not a whole lot he could do or say until Max stopped crushing his breathing organs.

AIR. PRECIOUS AIR. Red toppled to the ground, coughing and wheezing like a true champ. This is the most intimidating Pokemon Trainer in Kanto, everybody. Eventually (once oxygen began reaching his brain) he got to his feet but he was doubled over like, once again, a true champ.

That was probably like the most painful hug in his entire life, and a Snorlax is one of his best friends.

He looked at Vinnie again before he tried addressing Max. "So..." Oh, he was still having issues with the whole breathing thing. Hold on a second. "... So I've got the final say, right?"