Pokémon Professor
[in the lobby]
...with a Bluk Berry or two, your Doduo should be up and kicking in no time! Oh, you're welcome, the pleasure's all mine. Oh say, do you have the time?
...
08:00AM?! Yikes, I overslept! Sorry, I need to dash up to the studio now- hope they don't miss me...
 | Professor Oak! I didn't expect to see you down here! |
Yes, yes, I know I'm terribly late. If I could just- Why is it pitch-black upstairs?
| I'm afraid I must ask you to leave, Professor; it's too dangerous to go further! |
I've seen Mary without her coffee on several occasions, so rest assured I know what you mean, but this is importan-
| For Arceus's sake, man, the studio's been broken into! |
Again?! ...
 | Hmph. This works out well, actually. I may have been in Kanto during that Team Rocket incident, but this time Ol' Sam's gonna show those goons what he's made of! |
| Uh... it's not Team Rocket this time, sir. Or any Team. Reports say the 2nd floor studio window was smashed in by... uh... |
Out with it, boy!
| ...a green Furret riding on top of a Tropius. |
...
what
edited 18th Sep '10 10:41:54 AM by ProfessorOak
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small voice: Audio... check. Video... check!
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Tropius 128: Hey Ma, I'm on TV!
Fawret: Welcome, welcome, ladies and gentlemen! Do not adjust your screens, this beauty you see in front of your very eyes is-
Tropius 128: -under our control! We control the horizontal, we control the vertical! We can roll the image, make it flutter. We can change the focus to a soft blur or sharpen it to crystal clarity.
Fawret: -yeah, I- what?
Anyway, to the point!
Seriously, another 156 “new” Pokémon?! You humies have gotta be kidding me! You know how many Pikachu were surprised to suddenly discover they were Pichu at one point? Or how confusing it is to find a decades-old nest of Zigzagoon turn up next door to your den one day? The stories I've heard!
Tropius 128: Unacceptable!
Fawret: [glares at Tropius 128 for a moment]
So, let's take a gander at all these fabled newcomers! We can't just accept any weird-ass critter calling itself a Pokemon, now can we? There is a noble legacy to live up to! Our pride as a franch-err, as a people- is at stake!
Tropius 128: It's a matter of honor!
Fawret: Indeed, there have always been some of us who are embodiments of perfect grace and divine beauty, while others have bananas growing out of their necks! Is the new generation a generation of glory, or a generation of shame?! Will it make us wish for the good old days, or look towards a bright future?! Is the grass really greener on the other side of the ocean?
Let's find out, with your hosts Fawret, the expert on being green...
Tropius 128: ... and Tropius 128, the expert on being Grass!
Fawret: Let's get this show on the road! Let's start with number one!
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Fawret: Err... zero...
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Fawret: Huh. Would you look at that smug bastard. Too good to share a proper number with the rest of us common folk, eh? Makes my fur stand on edge, I tell you what!
... But damn if he doesn't look like you could have a nice old drink with him.
Tropius 128: V for Victory! If he's built of victory, is he made of win?
Fawret: You're on the internet too much, big guy.
Tropius 128: So, I shouldn't be so meme-obsessed? But, there was that whole Smugleaf fun...
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Tropius 128: Hey, what do you know!
Fawret: ... Talk too soon about smugness, did I.
Tropius 128: Kinda does look like a monocle, there.
Fawret: He's gonna need it when I'm done with him!
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Fawret: From a monocle to a pince-nez. Wonder if that buddy's compensating for anything with his pointiness, eh? Eh?!
Tropius 128: He looks... kinda like a... duck? That's not a bill, is it?
Fawret: It is green...
Gee, I feel like he's staring at me through the picture. If the guy shows any violent tendencies, I'll be pushing to have'm committed...
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Tropius 128: Oh look, they put him in a straightjacket for you!
Fawret: More like tore off his legs and stuck a cane up his backside. Fittingly enough for such a royal pain in the ass...
Tropius 128: Nah, I think he's just frowning because he misses his arms.
Fawret: Buahahaha! Look at these beauties, greenie! You'd like having these, wouldn't you just!
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Tropius 128: Piggy! So cute! With that stylish bandanna, and a springy tail I could flick for hours!
Fawret: Yeah, that's a piggy alright. ... sure is a piggy.
... Next!
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Fawret: ...
Tropius 128: Pretty buff bacon, there.
Fawret: I have a joke to make here about sausages and skin, but I fear for my teeth.
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Fawret: [snicker]
Tropius 128: I know beards are supposed to be manly, but...
Fawret: Burnt yourself shaving, eh?
Tropius 128: Maybe burning beards are automatically manly???
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Tropius 128: Awwwww.... Looks kinda like this teddy bear I had way back when I was little, but with its head swapped with this other teddy bear I had when I was little... I wanna hug it!
Fawret: ... You were little? ... for that matter, how would you hug it... and is... ... is that supposed to be a mustelid? ... I feel like I should be insulted.
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Fawret: Dear mother of Arceus I take it back!
Tropius 128: I must get the address of your gym. Or did you get one of those home machines?
Fawret: I might need that gym, too... And those pants...
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Fawret: Now what happened?
Tropius 128: Ah, good, you've mellowed out a bit there.
Fawret: Is this an argument for or against Darwinism, I wonder...
Tropius 128: Well, there's a sort of grace to it if you look hard enough...
Fawret: And yet more compensating...
... Hey, doesn't this studio allow call-ins?
Tropius 128: I think... maybe that flashing light by the phone is involved?
Fawret: For science! [press!]
edited 18th Sep '10 10:48:46 AM by GreenTeam
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Fawret: Laaame!
Tropius 128: I thought I'd been up late before... but really, those eyes... Someone use Hypnosis, stat!
Fawret: Probably stayed up all night watching bad Saturday-morning cartoon reruns. After being fired from one.
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Tropius 128: Looks familiar... I otter know what that looks like, but it's not coming to me...
Fawret: Beats me. What is that supposed to be? It looks too angry to be cute, but it's too goofy to be intimidating! It looks like some sort of construction worker-
Tropius 128: Not a construction worker.
Fawret: Wha? You so sure?
Tropius 128: Definitely. He doesn't have an orange hat. He needs an orange hat.
Fawret: ...so what's up with those snake charmer vibes I'm getting?
Tropius 128: No, he doesn't have a cool turban either.
Fawret: I give up.
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Fawret: Buahahaha, aaawwww! Who's a little cuddlepoop! Who's a stupid-looking little cuddlepoop?
Tropius 128: Daaaaawwwww... so fluffy! Have a shoe to chew on! Have five shoes!
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Tropius 128: My! You're looking Scottish today!
Fawret: Ahaha, I think my ex-mistress had a math teacher once who looked like that!
He chewed his toenails when no one was looking.
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Fawret: .
Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!
AAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
Oh wow.
Tropius 128: ... I think I fed you too many shoes. Diet time!
Fawret: That's it, show's over. Can't beat the pillow factory.
Tropius 128: I thought we were doing all of them?
Fawret: ... Count me in!
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Fawret: Hellooooooo purrs!
Tropius 128: Glameow! How'd you get in here?
...
Oh, clever paint job! Fawret, think I could take a swim in some red paint and still make itinto the 5th-gen games?
Fawret: Now, now, son, let's not be so brash towards a lady. She does remind me of a certain glamorous girl I had once... Old Loopdeeloop, if only she didn't love the donuts so much...
But this woman, she's different! I'd like to twirl her tail, know what I'm saying?
Tropius 128: Then she'd really look like Glameow, right?
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Fawret: And this, my friend, makes all the difference.
Tropius 128: Oh, lucky kitty! Her tail has a built-in can opener!
Fawret: Yo, yo, don't give her any ideas...
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Tropius 128: Hmm. Plant-monkey. Good to see the ranks of plantimals are growing.
Fawret: A monkey with broccoli growing on its head. A monkey... with broccoli growing on its head.
Don't let it be said that I accuse people baselessly, but whoever came up with this concept had a wholly different plant on their head.
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Tropius 128: Elvis! He's back! And environmentally friendly!
Fawret: Nevermind Elvis, the Troll dolls from the 60s are back and ready for their new action movie adaptation!
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Fawret: "Whazzat? I'm a blatant rehash?"
Tropius 128: I know I've seen a fire monkey before... actually, I have this feeling I've seen a monkey not that long ago.
Fawret: "Whatcha saying? Fawret is so cool and sexy? Huh?"
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Tropius 128: ...I think that means no, Faw.
Fawret: ... Oh, I get it. Got a deaf theme going on there, eh? ... I have a bad feeling about what's to come...
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Fawret: Welcome to padding, the Pokemon edition.
Tropius 128: So, are these monkeys all supposed to be related? They look so similar, but they're completely different types...
Fawret: I get it. The Hairdresser's Paradise Band here has a "speak no evil, hear no evil, see no evil" theme going on, huh?
So, what, are they forever frozen in those poses or something?
Tropius 128: How do they go to the bathroom, then?
Fawret: I... I don't know, my friend. I just don't know.
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Tropius 128: [Waves hi back]
Fawret: And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I get what appears to be an underage girl's butt. Dear Arceus, put on some pants, lady!
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Fawret: Huh, still no calls? I think you're scaring them off, big guy.
Tropius 128: Maybe? I'll think small thoughts.
Fawret: That's the spirit!
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Fawret: ... Remember the guy I called the "pillow factory"? If he's who made this, I'm officially scared.
Tropius 128: Floral print. As a Grass-type, I must approve.
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Tropius 128: Weren't they saying something about this thing being able to send you to a dream world?
Fawret: Okay, I didn't explicitly say it before, but: Drugs. Really.
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Fawret: Huh.
After all the psychedelic garbles, we have something that actually looks... normal.
Tropius 128: Normal/Flying, you mean.
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Tropius 128: A goatee? This bird is either evil or a most cosmopolitan artist. Can't you just see this fellow in the corner of some café?
Fawret: Sippin' some coffee with that smirk of his, correcting his eyeliner in a little handmirror...
Tropius 128: I wonder how much his paintings go for...
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Tropius 128: Think this guy is the critic?
Fawret: A critic with a Pigeon Heart? He'd probably be pleased with a few bread crumbs lying in the streets.
Tropius 128: So, maybe my macaroni poster would get good reviews?
Fawret: Nah, he's a food critic. Only the best of garbage for our maestro!
Tropius 128: So harsh...
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Tropius 128: Why hello zeeba neighba!
Fawret: Hey there, Sparky! Is it just me, or does this kiddo look like some 80s sitcom mildly rebellious son?
Tropius 128: Electric-type? Yep, sparks fly around him. But those eyes... so innocent.
Fawret: So... sparkly.
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Fawret: So... Fonzy.
Tropius 128: Are humans supposed to ride on that?
Fawret: Looks more painful than a Rapidash! Then again, you would definitely be seen in traffic...
Tropius 128: They're their own crosswalk!
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Fawret: Waddle waddle waddle doo.
Waddle waddle you're so cute,
To gain Rock type I'll eat you!
Tropius 128: [claps]
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Fawret: A new hybrid of Metang and Hardrock, popular with kids and people who like to have their ribcages crushed.
Tropius 128: The tripods are here! The 50s sci-fi tried to warn us, but we never listened!
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Fawret: Credit where credit is due: There's a certain elegance to something that doesn't bother with a proper body because it knows it damn well doesn't need one.
Tropius 128: It's... rather decorative, really.
Fawret: Priorities, son! [sudden monocle]
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Fawret: I don't know if that's an eye or a nose, and I don't know which option is the less disturbing one.
Tropius 128: I... huh. Zubat must be in tears for losing its cherished role.
Fawret: No racist, but: Totally had it coming, yo.
Tropius 128: Nevermind, Zubat has no eyes. They should be fine, they can't cry.
Fawret: They probably didn't even see it coming, eh? Know what I'm saying!
Tropius 128: Oh, yeah!
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Tropius 128: Kinda creepy...
Fawret: Oh hey, I fought one of those in a tabletop RPG once!
Then when it died, it turned out to actually be a noble angel and we felt guilty about it.
We don't let that Alakazam DM much anymore.
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Tropius 128: Aw, cute fellow. I bet he gets the Dig TM.
Fawret: I bet he gets a big old wine cellar. "'Ello, 'ello, please to be meeting you!"
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Tropius 128: Eeep!
Fawret: Daaaaaaaah!!
Tropius 128: I'm sorry, Mr. Resetti, I'll never quit without saving again!
Fawret: The zombie apocalypse is upon us! I told you all, but you wouldn't believe me! I told you, but you called me crazy! I told you! I told you! I told you!
Tropius 128 used Vine Whip!
Fawret snapped out of its confusion!
Fawret: Oh... thanks. I think I was about to hurt myself there.
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Fawret: ... hee.
Tropius 128: Oh, huggable! But... not much to say, really.
Fawret: ... I wonder if one Pokémon is legally permitted to adopt another...
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Fawret: [stares]
Tropius 128: Now that fellow's industrious!
Fawret: [looks at the previous picture instead]
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Tropius 128: Hmm, I'll have to see if their services can be contracted... Remember those Machop you hired to build that house in Vermillion?
Fawret: ... Buddy, I think if I get too close to that abomination, I'm contracting something entirely different.
Tropius 128: How's the progress going, anyways?
Fawret: Choppily.
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Tropius 128: Are those posts a part of his body?
Fawret: If you ask me, I'd be happier pretending they are his body and the rest is just some rogue paint.
edited 18th Sep '10 2:00:35 PM by GreenTeam
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Tropius 128: ...what is that?
Fawret: I didn't know Katamari Damacy had a bad ending like that.
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Tropius 128: Is that... sick? Those boils can't be natural...
Fawret: I... I just- Let's just move on. There are things no man was ever meant to ponder.
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Tropius 128: Well... a bit more natural. Could maybe be a jazz musician?
Fawret: Are you calling jazz musicians fat drunkards? I take offense to that!
Tropius 128: Blues?
Fawret: Better.
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Fawret: Why do I keep feeling like I'm playing some entirely different RPG?
Tropius 128: The Thing? From that comic?
Fawret: Hey, remember how you burst out of an egg way back then? Naked? Yeah.
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Tropius 128: They come in red and blue varieties?
Fawret: They also color your tongue if you lick them.
Tropius 128: Really?
Fawret:Wanna try?
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Tropius 128: Gah! Leaf-munching pest!
Fawret: Oh my god, there's one on the back of your neck!
Tropius 128: Where?!
Tropius 128 used Rapid Spin!
Tropius 128 is dizzy!
Fawret: [snicker]
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Tropius 128: Stay wrapped up there, and don't come near me!
Fawret: Aww, I bet the poor little thing would like a banana of yours! Those are healthy, right?
Tropius 128: What banana? I have no bananas! I've never even heard of bananas! What's a banana?!
Fawret: I mean- err... nevermind.
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Tropius 128: I still don't have any bananas! Which I've never heard of! Even if you are kinda graceful in a Bug-type way!
Fawret: If even the flying fruit tree concedes it, there's nothing for me to add.
edited 18th Sep '10 1:55:28 PM by GreenTeam
Not bad. I'm been laughing up a storm. Keep up the good work.
Logging off, Dr Thinker, a.k.a, Mad Writter
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Fawret: Ah, mooks. You may look cool, but you are but another step on my path towards level 100.
Tropius 128: I... think I accidentally stepped on one of those on the way in.
Fawret: In fact, I think my old mistress had a vaccuum like that once.
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Tropius 128: Now that fellow, I would know if I stepped on. Probably knows Rollout. I hate that move so much.
Fawret: They see him rollin'! They hatin'! Patrollin', they tryin' to catch him impalin' everything on his way! Oh you'd better run quick, you'd better watch out, Roll-o-Death is comiiin' to tooown!
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Tropius 128: Whoa... Hi? No hard feelings?
Fawret: Virgin sacrifices for the insect god! Abaddon may yet have mercy on us if we bow to her will! She is cruel and ever hungry for blood!
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Fawret: Oh, speaking of which. I think I ate one of those once. That mint leaf really adds to the cream flavor- wait, that's a Pokémon, is it.
Tropius 128: So fluffy! I wanna bounce on it!
Fawret: If you do that, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to sacrifice you to Abaddon.
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Fawret: OH DEAR GOD RUNAWAY ITS GONNA USE METEOR [jumps off desk]
Tropius 128: ...kinda... cute...
Fawret: dont trust it. dont trust it. dont trust it. and always save when exploring new lands
Tropius 128: ♥
Fawret: ☠
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Tropius 128: Huh. Same hairdresser as Ralts?
Fawret: Oh god, I wanna hug it and wear it as a hat!
Tropius 128: You know, I've been thinking of getting a hat myself.
Fawret: Aren't you already wearing one?
Tropius 128: Maybe, but is this all I want to do with my life? Battling fellow Pokémon, purveying random opinions on the airwaves?
Fawret: I do get your point... You know what they say, you haven't lived until you wore a hat that's smarter than you are.
Tropius 128: Like, maybe I could get one of those orange helmets. I could be a construction worker!
Fawret: I think you're succeeding at digging yourself in a hole there...
Tropius 128: Aww, you're too kind!
Fawret: Of course.
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Fawret: ... Now that, I'd like to wear as a codp-
Tropius 128: Oh Royal Flower! Queen of the Plant Kingdom! Your majesty, your subject awaits your bidding!
Fawret: Royalty, of all things... I guess I'm better off staying in my own animal kingdom after all...
Tropius 128: What was that?
Fawret: Err, glory to the Plant Queen! Royal! Flower. Thing.
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Tropius 128: Hmph. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the riverbed this morning.
Fawret: You know, that old mistress I had? She had a gardener who looked like that. He hid in the tree and spat at kids stealing apples.
Tropius 128: And he looked like Mr. Grumpypants here?
Fawret: Son, the two of them are the Platonic ideal of "Mr. Grumpypants".
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Fawret: I knew a girl who had eyes you could get lost in, but Excavator Johnson here has her beat.
Tropius 128: Those sunglasses on his face? He wears 'em well.
Fawret: Oh, clever bastard. If I was in the desert, I'd kill for some shades, too..
Tropius 128: He is a master of keeping his cool.
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Fawret: I'd like to take this opportunity to solemnly welcome Croc to this generation of gaming! Have some complimentary brownies!
Tropius 128: Brownies? I'd like a couple, too!
Fawret: Sure, you can have some. Grow nice and fat, so Abaddon may have a rich meal in you, yesss.
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Fawret: ... It's not just me, is it. You're seeing it, too, aren't you?
Tropius 128: Oh, my. So, this Pokémon reaches its final form by... forgetting to wear sunblock?
Fawret: ... cannot unsee... feel dirty...
Tropius 128: Why are you huddled up there? These windows are UV-proof, and you have fur anyways.
Fawret: That's... I... I'll explain when you're grown-up.
Tropius 128: ?
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Fawret: "Merchandise, Merchandise, look at me, I'm Merchandise!"
Tropius 128: It's a fireball!
Fawret: More like a fire...uh... merchandise!
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Fawret: Fire monkey!
Tropius 128: No tail. It's a fire ape.
Fawret: Oh, okay then.
Tropius 128: Not going to risk making that guy mad.
Fawret: I don't feel comfortable living in a world where an egg with arms has a base attack of 140...
Oh god I think it heard that!
Tropius 128: Next! Next!
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Fawret: Bunny cactus!
Tropius 128: Aw... so huggable! Except the spikes.
Fawret: It's the best of both worlds! Pointy on the outside, so juicy on the inside~
Tropius 128: Ew. Please don't talk about disemboweling Grass-types, Fawret, it makes me feel uncomfortable.
Fawret: Who said anything about disemboweling? That's what you've got an attachable tap for!
Tropius 128: ... Seriously, being used as a cooler is not fun. You remember that Cianwood beach party?
Fawret: Ugh, don't remind me... I'll never forget those cocktail umbrellas... Look, the point is: Screw Broccoli-Monkeys, Cactus-Bunnies is where it's at!
Tropius 128: You know, I've cultivated holiday cacti as a hobby. I wonder if Cactus-Bunnies are as easy to clone...
Fawret: ... don't give me ideas, boy.
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Fawret: Aah, we had a hermit once, too. He taught us to laugh at our own faults.
Tropius 128: That's great! How'd he do it?
Fawret: Mainly by ... laughing at our faults.
Tropius 128: ...
Fawret: ...
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Fawret: Hahaha! It's Fossil Dan, and he's bringing his home with him! You better be ready for the homecoming party!
Tropius 128:
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Fawret: [does the face back at it]
Tropius 128: [does the face too]
Fawret: [keeps doing the face]
Tropius 128: This is fun!
Fawret: [face]
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Fawret: [stops in shock]
Tropius 128: Alright, slick- 20 paces, and DRAW!
tumbleweed; mexican strumming
Fawret: [rubs eyes, stares back]
[gives up]
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Tropius 128: [shivers] It sees me...
Fawret: ... Abaddon has sent her messengers. They do not see. They sense. They sense the weeping of your mortal soul. None are safe... None... are safe...
Tropius 128: GAAAH!
Fawret: Also there's a bug on your neck again.
Tropius 128 used Rapid Spin!
Tropius 128 collapsed to the floor!
Fawret: Heh, now, now, don't go collapsing on me like that, buddy.
Fawret: Uh, buddy?
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Fawret: OH SWEET MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS HOLY
Tropius 128 woke up!
Tropius 128: It's come! It's come for the key! Jump, Mario, jump for your life!
Fawret: Shut up! It's come to punish me for your death! It's come to punish meeee!!
Tropius 128: I'm not dead...
Fawret: ...
You mean to tell me that's a Pokémon?
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Tropius 128: Uh... you crack open any tombs, Faw? I mean, lately?
Fawret: Hey, I may be a gentleman, and I may be a thief, but I'm not a graverobber!
Tropius 128: So... think it'll leave us alone?
Fawret: Frankly my dear, I much prefer it locked up in a box like that...
I could use some whiskey right about now...
Tropius 128: You're gonna drink yourself into an early grave, man. But I think I saw a break room around the corner. Are things still good downstairs?
Fawret: Don't you worry about that; I prepared everything. Not even a ghost could slip through our defenses!
... ugh. [shudder]
Tropius 128: [shiver]
Pokémon Professor
| Sorry to drag you into this, Professor; you're a civilian, you shouldn't have to be involved. |
Don't worry about it; this is the most interesting thing I've seen since Todd had a photo session with that Mew! Let me tell you, I've seen a few booby traps set by Pokémon over the years... but never so many at once! (Watch your feet.)
| Eep! So... where exactly are we going? |
(Hmm... their use of Voltorb under the floorboards is a bit cliché, though...)
Based on the broadcast, our interlopers are holed up in the 4th-floor studio.
| We're going to confront them directly?! |
But of course! We'll have to deal with them at some point or another; we know they're planted in front of the camera now, so the element of surprise is on our side! [bump] Ouch!
[rubs head] Would be a bit more convenient were it not so dark, though... I thought the breakers were in the basement? How'd they cut the power, anyways?
| They didn't cut the power, far as we can tell. Probably Razor Leaf'd every lightbulb in the place. |
Hmm... a bit crude. Effective at slowing pursuit, though. ... Speaking of “pursuit”, you may want to watch your back, sonny.
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| Pika! | Pi! | Puff! |
| Oh dear Arceus almighty! |
| They have minions, huh? This just gets more and more interesting! |
READY... GO!
With Professor Oak and his hapless new friend, Guard Gardson, pinned down by Wild Pokémon minions, it appears the Goldenrod Tower remains firmly under the control of Fawret and Tropius 128. Will our heroes escape this Melee? Will the invaders be banished before they've finished their spiel? Will Guard ever come to terms with his unhealthy obsession for tootsie-pops? And are the new Pokémon really any good? Find out... next time!
MadWritter's Ditto: This is one of the funny thread I had ever read!
Mad Writter: Ditto.
MadWritter's Ditto: I thought I was suppose to the copycat here.
edited 18th Sep '10 4:59:42 PM by MadWritter
Logging off, Dr Thinker, a.k.a, Mad Writter
I'm a secret character!
Oh my goodness don't you dare stop writing this is amazing.
Grabbing is where you must begin Shaking for treasure from within Throwing far is how to win!
I'm Back Bitches (not really)
Can we join in? This looks fun.
To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy
Of Dreams!
Tropius 128: Hey Fawret! There's people calling in now!
Fawret: zzzz...
Tropius 128: Oh, right, he's in Germany and is sleeping right now because it's 3am or something.
So, leave your name, number, and thesis and we'll get back to you after the break!
[OOC:
You're welcome to post your own reactions in this thread. Just please do us a favor and avoid mentioning ones we haven't seen yet; we're trying to do this as blind as we can. Okay?
We'll try to reply to our "listeners" when we continue with #564; resumption will probably be sometime around noon tomorrow, forum time.
EDIT: Also, the sprites we've posted are all in this account's avatar gallery, if anyone wants to be saved a reupload.
]
edited 18th Sep '10 6:39:19 PM by GreenTeam
Responsible adult
Oh lord! Someone save the poor Unown A strapped to that thing's head!
"Proto-Indo-European makes the damnedest words related. It's great. It's the Kevin Bacon of etymology." ~Madrugada
I'm Back Bitches (not really)
edited 18th Sep '10 7:07:46 PM by Fusionman
To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy
Better than a cross.
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Closet DCLAU fan.
In the dead of night...
 | Wha? What is this? |
PATS: I set you up the boom! Now all radio is PATS. Surrender guard.
| | Wha? Hey! I have a name, we're not all indistinguishable |
PATS: Yes, you are.
| | Well, I still prefer you call me by my name, GUARD STEVE! And as long as that is my name, you wont pass! |
PATS: I can kill you.
STEVE: Like I said, go right on ahead sir.
PATS: We will now review the Pokemon discovered. Recall; designate I-012.
STEVE: Uh, why?
PATS: FEAR PATS!
STEVE: Yeah, sure whatever. Please don’t set me up the death.
PATS: Watch the PATS screen.
STEVE: Were did that come from?
PATS: WATCH!
STEVE: Dear god, that thing looks like it does more meth than me!.. Err I mean Steve! Oh wait.
PATS: Fleshing Drug have is irrelevant. Disney Gopher is tweaking.
'PATS: rEVIEW designate I-42+I-43
STEVE: What.. What is it?
PATS IT IS alPHh iT is oMeGa iT iS All.
STEVE: OH DEAR GOD WHAT IS IT!
PATS: Fear the light.
| | fEAR THE LIGHT. |
STEVE: Oh dear god NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
PATS: Ever return to regular programming.
edited 18th Sep '10 9:31:59 PM by PATS
ALL YOUR POKEMON!
This is completely and utterly batshit bonkers.
More, please.
I'm Back Bitches (not really)
I grab my pokeballs. "Dragonair use Dragon Pulse! Charizard use flamethrower! You tropius! Get out of our radio tower!"
edited 18th Sep '10 11:34:36 PM by Fusionman
To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy
Some Gal
Okay, after consulting with each other, the microorganisms inhabiting our bodies, and the rotation of the Earth, Fawriel and I have instead decided to resume our liveblogging activities Tuesday.
We apologize for the inconvenience.
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?
Good Moooorning Johto! And a special Good Morning to our Kanto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh guests tuning in to our special countrywide televised edition of D.J. Mary's Morning Show!
Of course, it wouldn't be a special broadcast without a special day to commemorate! For the first time, we get to reveal to you 156 newly discovered Pokémon, hailing from the distant land of Isshu!
In just a few minutes, a truly special treat for our faraway listeners- Professor Oak himself will be joining our panel. We'll be sure to hassle him about his infamous “150 Pokémon” claim, don't you worry.
So relax, lean back, and we'll be right with you after a word from our-
CRASH!
Wha-? What happened?! Who-
small voice:: Alright, big guy, we're in!
big voice: Hehe, this'll be fun! Uh... someone's already here...
small voice: Well then, toots, if you would kindly exit stage right~
DJ Mary: I- ... I-
KsHHHHHHHHHHHÞ!
<SIGNAL LOST>
edited 18th Sep '10 10:46:37 AM by DJMary