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Pikachu had mentally left the conversation. His mind wandered to thoughts of his girlfriend Pi and why he had such a problem with him having fun without her. As he sat contemplating giving her a call, he moved
uncomfortably in his chair. His stomach ached and had now reached the point where it couldn't be ignored.
"Pikachu!" Came the cry from the group seated around the table, making Pikachu jump. "It's your turn."
"Okay, okay. But first I've got to call Pi to let her know I'll be late." He stood unsteadily, then just before staggering off, decided that maybe the
toilet was a more pressing issue.
The evening wore on, and the beer kept flowing. One round became another, and
then another, until Pikachu reached that awful moment of realization:
"Guys, guys. I think I've had too much." He paused for a moment, nearly retching then and there. "I gotta go..."
At the next table a couple of pretty little charmeleons sniggered and whispered something to each other as Pikachu tottered slightly, then nearly lost his balance completely.
"I don't think he can hold his drink," he overhead the nearest charmeleon say.
"No, indeed," he sly-looking friend replied.
Pikachu Toyed with the idea of vomiting on the both of them but decided that
perhaps it wasn't such a good idea with the Charizard's sitting opposite.
For some reason, they were dressed in combat fatigues and engaged in a most
heated debate...
"The war! The evil Gengars have overrun the Grey Squirrels' homeland! We signed up this morning, and you should do the same, Mr. Pink Monkey." At
this point, several pink monkeys around the alehouse leveled accusing accusing gazes at Pikachu. "If you have any sense of decency and honor, that is."
"I think you just hit the nail on the head," Pikachu replied as he attempted to stand once more. "I'm definitely going now. Good-bye!"
On the way out, two of his old school chums grabbed him by the arm, shouting,
"One more for the road, Pikachu?" And before he knew it...
"Slammers? Oh no, not slammers!" They were lined up in frong of him--eight in total. Oh well, tomorrow was another day...
uncomfortably in his chair. His stomach ached and had now reached the point where it couldn't be ignored.
"Pikachu!" Came the cry from the group seated around the table, making Pikachu jump. "It's your turn."
"Okay, okay. But first I've got to call Pi to let her know I'll be late." He stood unsteadily, then just before staggering off, decided that maybe the
toilet was a more pressing issue.
The evening wore on, and the beer kept flowing. One round became another, and
then another, until Pikachu reached that awful moment of realization:
"Guys, guys. I think I've had too much." He paused for a moment, nearly retching then and there. "I gotta go..."
At the next table a couple of pretty little charmeleons sniggered and whispered something to each other as Pikachu tottered slightly, then nearly lost his balance completely.
"I don't think he can hold his drink," he overhead the nearest charmeleon say.
"No, indeed," he sly-looking friend replied.
Pikachu Toyed with the idea of vomiting on the both of them but decided that
perhaps it wasn't such a good idea with the Charizard's sitting opposite.
For some reason, they were dressed in combat fatigues and engaged in a most
heated debate...
"The war! The evil Gengars have overrun the Grey Squirrels' homeland! We signed up this morning, and you should do the same, Mr. Pink Monkey." At
this point, several pink monkeys around the alehouse leveled accusing accusing gazes at Pikachu. "If you have any sense of decency and honor, that is."
"I think you just hit the nail on the head," Pikachu replied as he attempted to stand once more. "I'm definitely going now. Good-bye!"
On the way out, two of his old school chums grabbed him by the arm, shouting,
"One more for the road, Pikachu?" And before he knew it...
"Slammers? Oh no, not slammers!" They were lined up in frong of him--eight in total. Oh well, tomorrow was another day...
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A clan as in Tactical ops mod, it makes me more aware for the normal game.
Clans.
The realm of the weak that need to ally themselves to a group and claim victory through team-scoring as opposed to facing down by yourself and coming out the victor.
I joined a Team Fortress clan once, but got bored carrying people.
No more. I am independant, hostile and not too shabby.
I've been locked out of 4 servers for being unfair on the other players and not giving them a chance.
Play the IT guys at work most lunchtimes on LAN, so I keep my chops up pretty well.
I'm intrigued to see if you ladies are as good as you claim.
The realm of the weak that need to ally themselves to a group and claim victory through team-scoring as opposed to facing down by yourself and coming out the victor.
I joined a Team Fortress clan once, but got bored carrying people.
No more. I am independant, hostile and not too shabby.
I've been locked out of 4 servers for being unfair on the other players and not giving them a chance.
Play the IT guys at work most lunchtimes on LAN, so I keep my chops up pretty well.
I'm intrigued to see if you ladies are as good as you claim.
Yeah.
Pikachu stirred, last night was a blur. He knew he had to get back to Ash and his other friends but he was in no state to do so!
His vision was still blurred, he hadnt shaved in days and to top it off his breath smelt like fish fingers that had been left in the in the open for 5 weeks. That at least would partially explain how why Meowth was now laying next to him.
Pikachu would definately had some explaining to do when he got home, he got out of bed.
"Oh, my head" Pikachu thought..
"Darn I wish I could talk!"
How could things possibly get worse, the pictures of Jesse on the floor were quite revealing. Pikachu quickly pocketed them
" I havent had this much fun since Pokemon Snap, he thought!"
"Besides which Meowth wont miss them!"
BANG!
Team rocket knocks down the door! Jesse and James storm in!
Luckily for us our hero Pikachu has just left the building. Lets just hope Meowth can talk himself out of this one!
His vision was still blurred, he hadnt shaved in days and to top it off his breath smelt like fish fingers that had been left in the in the open for 5 weeks. That at least would partially explain how why Meowth was now laying next to him.
Pikachu would definately had some explaining to do when he got home, he got out of bed.
"Oh, my head" Pikachu thought..
"Darn I wish I could talk!"
How could things possibly get worse, the pictures of Jesse on the floor were quite revealing. Pikachu quickly pocketed them
" I havent had this much fun since Pokemon Snap, he thought!"
"Besides which Meowth wont miss them!"
BANG!
Team rocket knocks down the door! Jesse and James storm in!
Luckily for us our hero Pikachu has just left the building. Lets just hope Meowth can talk himself out of this one!
I am in a UT clan now without my capitals it is better without.
er-no you've lost it.
Pikachu had mentally left the conversation. His mind wandered to thoughts of his girlfriend Pi and why he had such a problem with him having fun without her. As he sat contemplating giving her a call, he moved
uncomfortably in his chair. His stomach ached and had now reached the point where it couldn't be ignored.
"Pikachu!" Came the cry from the group seated around the table, making Pikachu jump. "It's your turn."
"Okay, okay. But first I've got to call Pi to let her know I'll be late." He stood unsteadily, then just before staggering off, decided that maybe the
toilet was a more pressing issue.
The evening wore on, and the beer kept flowing. One round became another, and
then another, until Pikachu reached that awful moment of realization:
"Guys, guys. I think I've had too much." He paused for a moment, nearly retching then and there. "I gotta go..."
At the next table a couple of pretty little charmeleons sniggered and whispered something to each other as Pikachu tottered slightly, then nearly lost his balance completely.
"I don't think he can hold his drink," he overhead the nearest charmeleon say.
"No, indeed," he sly-looking friend replied.
Pikachu Toyed with the idea of vomiting on the both of them but decided that
perhaps it wasn't such a good idea with the Charizard's sitting opposite.
For some reason, they were dressed in combat fatigues and engaged in a most
heated debate...
"The war! The evil Gengars have overrun the Grey Squirrels' homeland! We signed up this morning, and you should do the same, Mr. Pink Monkey." At
this point, several pink monkeys around the alehouse leveled accusing accusing gazes at Pikachu. "If you have any sense of decency and honor, that is."
"I think you just hit the nail on the head," Pikachu replied as he attempted to stand once more. "I'm definitely going now. Good-bye!"
On the way out, two of his old school chums grabbed him by the arm, shouting,
"One more for the road, Pikachu?" And before he knew it...
"Slammers? Oh no, not slammers!" They were lined up in frong of him--eight in total. Oh well, tomorrow was another day...
uncomfortably in his chair. His stomach ached and had now reached the point where it couldn't be ignored.
"Pikachu!" Came the cry from the group seated around the table, making Pikachu jump. "It's your turn."
"Okay, okay. But first I've got to call Pi to let her know I'll be late." He stood unsteadily, then just before staggering off, decided that maybe the
toilet was a more pressing issue.
The evening wore on, and the beer kept flowing. One round became another, and
then another, until Pikachu reached that awful moment of realization:
"Guys, guys. I think I've had too much." He paused for a moment, nearly retching then and there. "I gotta go..."
At the next table a couple of pretty little charmeleons sniggered and whispered something to each other as Pikachu tottered slightly, then nearly lost his balance completely.
"I don't think he can hold his drink," he overhead the nearest charmeleon say.
"No, indeed," he sly-looking friend replied.
Pikachu Toyed with the idea of vomiting on the both of them but decided that
perhaps it wasn't such a good idea with the Charizard's sitting opposite.
For some reason, they were dressed in combat fatigues and engaged in a most
heated debate...
"The war! The evil Gengars have overrun the Grey Squirrels' homeland! We signed up this morning, and you should do the same, Mr. Pink Monkey." At
this point, several pink monkeys around the alehouse leveled accusing accusing gazes at Pikachu. "If you have any sense of decency and honor, that is."
"I think you just hit the nail on the head," Pikachu replied as he attempted to stand once more. "I'm definitely going now. Good-bye!"
On the way out, two of his old school chums grabbed him by the arm, shouting,
"One more for the road, Pikachu?" And before he knew it...
"Slammers? Oh no, not slammers!" They were lined up in frong of him--eight in total. Oh well, tomorrow was another day...
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