Youngster Joey Pokewitz, by this time no longer a youngster, sat outside the new age building, smoking a pokecigarette and looking at his poketch. “Damn, where’s that top percentage I call my girl?” He said, flicking the ash off. By the time he was halfway through, she appeared, prompting him to extinguish it.
“Jesus Christ, Raticate,” he said, “I have been waiting for like, two thousand millionths of a fortnite. I don’t have all day, you know.”
“I know you don’t,” she said, “And that is why you are top percentage. Anyways, you ready to go to where I spend my wednesday evenings?”
“Sure, sure, but if they try selling me anything or sticking anything in me, I’m kicking ass and leaving.”
They then went in, and I couldn’t be arsed for a description, other than that it was new age. The pokemon, as it was poke new age, that was at the front desk was a lopunny. The lopunny, then, seeing Joey, said:
“Oh, you brought him along. That is alright, but he will have to watch.”
“That’s okay with Joey,” Raticate said, adjusting her shirt, “He can just watch from the back.”
They all then took their places, and more people and pokemon began to fill in. Incense makes my head hurt. It really isn’t the worst thing you could possibly use but quite bad at hiding weed and B.O.. Elon Musk, Elon Musk, Elon Musk, Elon Musk. The Lopunny then bent over to present all that were looking at the front of the room with its ass. Well Well look at the city slicker bending down with her fancy bunny ass. I hope she would pardon me if I told her that what with her lulu leggings brought to you by Mcdonald’s featuring Dante from the Devil May Cry Series. Nah it’s a la-di-da situation. She would look at me as some sort of hick pervert.
“Nice ass, Ma’am, I’m serious, I would fuck that. Pokephilia is legal these days, thanks to your people,” Joey said, before losing consciousness. When he came to, he saw the same ass, up in his face, with an added bulge he noticed straining the waistline. The ass then turned around, came up from the bow he was performing, Raticate walking around him, and said: “You know, it was the heat that caused that. I feel for you, and as such I want you to take this voucher for a year’s worth of free classes. Just, please don’t sue.” He then bowed again. Joey, likewise, took the voucher, tore it up, and walked out, his cheeks fuming. When he had walked as far enough as he pleased, he took another cigarette out, put it in his mouth, lit it, and after taking a long drag and exhaling, said: “Well, I’m the Marlboro man, I kick on back.”