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A Shiny Kyurem that would go drunk itself every night at bar. He'd drink and drink together other ignorant people, vomiting conspiracy theories around a yellow plastic table. He'd join fights with other drunks, he'd cause a fuzz when feeling like so. When coming back home, we'd talk me about drunk stories and I would fight back when he screw everything to my side. During mornings, we'd go around exchanging sarcasms to each other, appreciarin what's yet interesting in this miserable world. This time, we would both feed ourselves with our blessed coffee.
