We'll just have to accept that we're completely inept, but that's what makes us so unique.

[jokerofcrime]

Who: Meowth AND YOU
When: Tuesday, May 15th. ALL DAY.
Where: All around the city.
Summary: Ever wondered what Meowth does all day? WONDER NO MORE. Respond under the comment headings for time and place.
Warnings: EXCESSIVE LEVELS OF RIDICULOUS.

[THE FOLLOWING POST TAKES PLACE BETWEEN THE HOURS OF 12:00 PM AND 6:00 PM.

DURING THIS TIME, JACK BAUER TOPPLED AN ENTIRE TERRORIST CELL.

I BET THAT MAKES YOU FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOUR LIFE.]

Comments

[carryonmywaywardson]

[Ben jumped back a bit as the guy moved. It even SOUNDED Right. Was it robotic?! or oh man oh man, like that Pony and was real!]

No way! You really are real, huh. This place just gets cooler and cooler. [mild geek side showing off here as he's thinking about how worthless a mewoth is in game....... sorry man]

[jokerofcrime]

[Wait a minute... This kid's not just freaking out that he's a talking cat with a growth on his head. SHOCK.] Y'mean you actually know what I am?

[carryonmywaywardson]

[So got the OK to 4th wall this, ya'll]

Hell yes I know! You're a Meowth, right? [He said as he studied the round face, the odd whiskers and the gem again. He grinned, looking over a real pokemon.] You're like in the early ranks. 50 or something. A Normal type scratch cat. Yeah? Kind of worthless in a battle with ghost types and--[he paused, drawing back and rubbing his neck. He was talking to a Mewoth. What had his life become...]

I must be dreaming.

[jokerofcrime]

[NEW BEST FRIEND. Except for-] HEY, I AIN'T WORTHLESS IN BATTLES AGAINST NO TYPES. I've beaten a ghost-type or two in my day on sheer brainpower.

[No... He hasn't.]

[carryonmywaywardson]

[He made a small frown at that. No, he knows better. The Scratch Cat is pretty worthless against Ghost types, and really... not one he played often cus they were pretty bad with a lot, but STILL. This is a MEOWTH. how cool is that?]

Brainpower? Really? [That tone? that look? Disbelieving.]

[jokerofcrime]

[This look? SO FULL OF PRIDE. He's gonna brag now. Run.] I can talk, can't I? That means I got a lot more smarts than the average Pokemon. I got ways of gettin' myself outta trouble.

[carryonmywaywardson]

Oh? Well... I guess that makes sense. [he said softly, in a way that said he didn't think that made sense at all.... or did it? Frowning at the cat he just, watched it. This was really real, right?] Okay, so you're a smart talking Pokemon. But I still don't think you can handle ghosts well.