Soon this fat **** will remember not to take my blood. Soon. Ash thought to himself while running towards Pikachu with his AK 47. "YOU FAT *****, I WAS PLANNING TO RUB THAT ON MISTY YOU ***** FATASS" Pikachu turned and let out a surprised squeel. Ash loaded up the gun. "Fatass **** you think you can avoid me? I own you. Get the **** in the shit small pokeball before i crack your ribcage into a more confusing puzzle than missingno." Ash whacked the pokeball onto Pikachu, causing Pikachu to faint. "You're damn right, pika-pie time" Ash said grinning at his soon-to-be wedding cake. Ash put the pokeball into the front of his pants and picked up the bottle ketchup. He vigurously shook it until it was simply a bottle of koolade. Ash poured the ketchup onto his scar on his back. Soon it will finally happen. Misty will never see it coming.