>>16833820http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIxM1-XPza4Sycamore and his Raikou stallion chase the transvestite Zoroark all over the shopping mall, from store to store, Gamestop barring. Throughout the way, Zoroark tosses faggoty balls of feminist energy, but Raikou's Extreme Speed dodges them all with relative ease.
The three pass by a janitor's closet with enough speed that the breeze opens the door. From it, a Goodra peeks out, her face covered in hickies and slippery goop dripping down her face.
"Did you hear something?"
A sickly, gaunt twenty year-old, whose lewd desires and appearance represent the vocal majority of the average anonymous contributor, pops his head out from the closet as well, a Lickitung tongue strapped to his forehead, "No. You heard nothing. Back to glopping."
He hitches a ride up on her thighs and drags the gooey behemoth back inside. He makes sure to lock the door this time.
"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE MAN, NOT WHEN 'MUH BOY NEEDS TO BE EDUCATED!"
Zoroark takes a brief pit stop at an Academy Sports & Outdoors, and runs out with a snowboard. Xe continues the pursuit to the nearest downward-escalator and uses the board to grind down its rails.
"Raikou, we have no requirement for snowboards, your cat-claws are good enough, LE THUD AS IF YOU WERE I, BUT IN TIGER-STYLE, MA CHAT!"
"RAAAAAAAAAAI!"
The shiny Raikou begins concentrating, then grows his nails about two or three inches longer. In a slow-motion leap, the legendary beast successfully lands on the escalator rail, grinding down it and after the blackass furbait.
"Revenir ici, crétin!"
"I'M NOT THAT GOOD AT FRENCH!"
