Eevee, use Baddy Bad!

"Eevee, I choose you!"
>Here we go...
>Please, please be something weak enough to only merit a Quick Attack
"Go, Drowzee!"
>oh no
>a Psychic-type
>No... no...
>I break out in a cold sweat
"Eevee,"
>I stare daggers at him but he doesn't notice, he never notices
"use-"
>oh Arceus please not again
"-Baddy Bad!"
>dammit, why???
>a handful of trainers who had just been passing by all stop and stare
>again
"Whaaat?! 'Baddy Bad'?"
"You've got to be kidding me."
>our audience steadily grows bigger and bigger
>again
"Why would anyone-"
"-some sort of publicity stunt?"
"I'm telling you, he said 'Baddy Bad'-"
>the Drowzee's trainer glances at the murmuring crowd forming around us
"Dude, just call for a Bite attack; don't use some weird code."
"It's not a code! C'mon, Eevee! Use Baddy Bad!"
>That did it
>The crowd goes ballistic, roaring with laughter
>All I can do now is close my eyes, put my paws over my ears, and wait for it to all be over
>Over the din I can make out someone telling my master that Baddy Bad isn't a real move
"Yes it-"
>He's completely drowned out by the mocking, laughing crowd
>I can tell from the tone of his voice, and past experience, that he's in tears
>I have no idea how much time passed, but eventually he picked me up and ran home, crying all the way
>again
>he's sitting on the couch, still blubbering
>he'll eat ice cream and cry himself to sleep, and then we'll go back out the next day and do it all over again like nothing happened
>every day
>over and over
>my life is hell