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The year is 2002. Pokemon has grossed $34 billion for Nintendo. Time, however is running out for the franchise, as new Pokemon concepts are hard to find.
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| Hey kids! Meet ANUSMON, whose power over bad smells gives him mastery over Earth! | |
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| Poofa poofaaaaaa!!! I fart in your general direction!!! | |
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Inspiration has run out for all but a few mindless Nintendo wages slave programmers.
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| Hey, they wouldn't allow Pussychew or Choadymion or Felchikon, so our creative team had to settle for Anusmon. Of course, I really like Rectimax here... | |
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| Brrrt. I am your l337 5h1T. Brrrt, my rhoids pain me. Take me to Pokecentral. | |
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Meet the plot line developers, circa 2002. Do the maths on how Spigot gets his food. Food + Ass = Doc. Doc - food = into Spigot.
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| Oh, i like the work conditions. The padding is good, and that sloppy gruel they feed me anally, it feels pleasurably gooey. | |
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| Yes, my black artistic muse has flourished anew! The conditions are terrible, but I do like it when Doc here feeds me via regurgitation. | |
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