Post by Wyndbain on Mar 5, 2008 15:54:26 GMT -6
Avi said there should be a SO spoof of pokemon, so thus there shall be. xD
Professor Sap: Hello, and welcome to the world of pokemon. In this world pokemon are-
Wom: Yeah, yeah, nobody cares you old fart.
Professor Sap: B-but..I haven't finished my speech.
Wom: We catch them, tame them, kick some ass, become famous...let's just start this already!
Professor Sap: Just a-
*BEGIN ADVENTURE!!*
Alarm Clock: Hey there idiot! You're late! Time to wake up. Not that I really care.
Demin: Huzwah? Oh, I broke my clock in my sleep because I hate it. It has nothing to do with the fact that I was having a dream about pokemon and that it perfectly resembles a pokeball in every way, shape and form.
Clock: You're late dipstick.
Demin: Ho'crapolaz! I am! *gets dressed super ultra fast*
Clock: Woah that was quick! I'm impressed!
Demin: Thanks, inanimate object that I despise.
Annoying Narrator: Later on at the pokemon lab...where despite being a lab there's never any research being done, our hero arrives.
Demin: Hey, looks like I'm early, no one's here yet.
Professor Sap: Nope! You're actually the last one. Sucks to be you!
Demin: Snap! That alarm clock has foiled me again. Well, at least I still get a pokemon right?
Professor Sap: Wrong! Even though we only have three pokemon available for you to choose from, we invited more than 3 promising trainers to come and get a pokemon. You snooze, you suck!
Demin: ...
Professor Sap: Alright, you make a sturdy argument. I might have something stored in back, but it probably sucks and hates your guts.
Demin: Sweet!
Professor Sap: Here you go. I found it under the fridge a few weeks ago. Don't blame me if it's dead.
Demin: So it's a ghost type pokemon?
Professor Sap: Uhhhhh...sure, we'll say it's that.
Demin: *throws the pokeball*
*Lights go flashy*
Pokemon: DeeeeEMIN!!!
Demin: Holy crap! It's a Demin! Which coincidentally is exactly the same as my name, huh.
Professor Sap: See? Perfect match! Man, I'm a good poke professor. NOW GET OUT! *boots them both*
Demin: Wow! My very own pokemon. Now let's go beat the crap out of other trainers and riffle through their stuff for free cash.
(pokemon)Demin: Demin!
Demin: Is that all you say?
(pokemon)Demin: Demin!!
Demin: Right then, to the looting!
Narrator's Brother: Somewhere on Route 3566679...
Demin: Wtf, there's no trainers and all the pokemon suck. How does a disease carrying rat make a good pokemon?
(pokemon)Demin: De-min!
Demin: You said it.
Mysterious Trainer: Hey you! Let's battle!
Demin: Hark! Another trainer!
Picnicker Wom: Duh. Just send in your pokemon already. Go pokeball!
*shine shine sparkle sparkle*
Pokemon: WYND-BAIN!!!
Demin: Ho shiz! It's a Wyndbain! I should pull out my handy-dandy pokedex that I stole from Professor Sap to find it's weakness and win the battle!
Pokedex: Sup 'fo?
Demin: Gimme some info on this Wyndbain.
Pokedex: Word. You gonna die. Peace out.
Wyndbain: Wynd!!!
Picnicker Wom: Stop yelling in my ear dang it! And wtf is with this picnicker title!?
Demin: While she's distracted, hit that Wyndbain with a...a.....ahhhh.....
(pokemon)Demin: Demin?(Tackle?)
Demin: Whatever you said!
(pokemon)Demin: Demin!(Tackle!)
Hiker Wom: Wyndbain! Counter with a bitch-slap!
Wyndbain: Bain bain!(Bitch-slap be-otch!)
(pokemon)Demin: Min!(Oww!) *faints*
Demin: Aw crap...
Bug catcher Wom: Ha! I won, now hand over.... some... money.... I AM NOT A BUG CATCHER! Do you see a net!?
Demin: I'm kind of broke.
Ranger Wom: What!? How am I supposed to get money if the trainers I challenge are broke!?
Demin: So you're broke too? What if you had lost?
Biker Wom: Pfft, I don't loose.
Wyndbain: Bain!!
Swimmer Wom: And for the love of Mew, STOP CHANGING MY TITLE!!!
To be continued...
Maybe.
Professor Sap: Hello, and welcome to the world of pokemon. In this world pokemon are-
Wom: Yeah, yeah, nobody cares you old fart.
Professor Sap: B-but..I haven't finished my speech.
Wom: We catch them, tame them, kick some ass, become famous...let's just start this already!
Professor Sap: Just a-
*BEGIN ADVENTURE!!*
Alarm Clock: Hey there idiot! You're late! Time to wake up. Not that I really care.
Demin: Huzwah? Oh, I broke my clock in my sleep because I hate it. It has nothing to do with the fact that I was having a dream about pokemon and that it perfectly resembles a pokeball in every way, shape and form.
Clock: You're late dipstick.
Demin: Ho'crapolaz! I am! *gets dressed super ultra fast*
Clock: Woah that was quick! I'm impressed!
Demin: Thanks, inanimate object that I despise.
Annoying Narrator: Later on at the pokemon lab...where despite being a lab there's never any research being done, our hero arrives.
Demin: Hey, looks like I'm early, no one's here yet.
Professor Sap: Nope! You're actually the last one. Sucks to be you!
Demin: Snap! That alarm clock has foiled me again. Well, at least I still get a pokemon right?
Professor Sap: Wrong! Even though we only have three pokemon available for you to choose from, we invited more than 3 promising trainers to come and get a pokemon. You snooze, you suck!
Demin: ...
Professor Sap: Alright, you make a sturdy argument. I might have something stored in back, but it probably sucks and hates your guts.
Demin: Sweet!
Professor Sap: Here you go. I found it under the fridge a few weeks ago. Don't blame me if it's dead.
Demin: So it's a ghost type pokemon?
Professor Sap: Uhhhhh...sure, we'll say it's that.
Demin: *throws the pokeball*
*Lights go flashy*
Pokemon: DeeeeEMIN!!!
Demin: Holy crap! It's a Demin! Which coincidentally is exactly the same as my name, huh.
Professor Sap: See? Perfect match! Man, I'm a good poke professor. NOW GET OUT! *boots them both*
Demin: Wow! My very own pokemon. Now let's go beat the crap out of other trainers and riffle through their stuff for free cash.
(pokemon)Demin: Demin!
Demin: Is that all you say?
(pokemon)Demin: Demin!!
Demin: Right then, to the looting!
Narrator's Brother: Somewhere on Route 3566679...
Demin: Wtf, there's no trainers and all the pokemon suck. How does a disease carrying rat make a good pokemon?
(pokemon)Demin: De-min!
Demin: You said it.
Mysterious Trainer: Hey you! Let's battle!
Demin: Hark! Another trainer!
Picnicker Wom: Duh. Just send in your pokemon already. Go pokeball!
*shine shine sparkle sparkle*
Pokemon: WYND-BAIN!!!
Demin: Ho shiz! It's a Wyndbain! I should pull out my handy-dandy pokedex that I stole from Professor Sap to find it's weakness and win the battle!
Pokedex: Sup 'fo?
Demin: Gimme some info on this Wyndbain.
Pokedex: Word. You gonna die. Peace out.
Wyndbain: Wynd!!!
Picnicker Wom: Stop yelling in my ear dang it! And wtf is with this picnicker title!?
Demin: While she's distracted, hit that Wyndbain with a...a.....ahhhh.....
(pokemon)Demin: Demin?(Tackle?)
Demin: Whatever you said!
(pokemon)Demin: Demin!(Tackle!)
Hiker Wom: Wyndbain! Counter with a bitch-slap!
Wyndbain: Bain bain!(Bitch-slap be-otch!)
(pokemon)Demin: Min!(Oww!) *faints*
Demin: Aw crap...
Bug catcher Wom: Ha! I won, now hand over.... some... money.... I AM NOT A BUG CATCHER! Do you see a net!?
Demin: I'm kind of broke.
Ranger Wom: What!? How am I supposed to get money if the trainers I challenge are broke!?
Demin: So you're broke too? What if you had lost?
Biker Wom: Pfft, I don't loose.
Wyndbain: Bain!!
Swimmer Wom: And for the love of Mew, STOP CHANGING MY TITLE!!!
To be continued...
Maybe.