>>20980697"Huh? Do they not have a strong father figure to teach them how to beat their bullies? Because I'll happily step in if you've taken the place of a mother."
The state of these sad neighborhood kids is slowly sparking some deep sympathy within you, mostly because their situation is very akin to your own. All lost, alone, and unaware in the big wide world without a real father figure to rely on (And in your case, until just recently), easily getting picked on and pushed around.
And they're just sweet little muchkins who simply want to grow up, become trainers, and win the league someday. It's hard not to feel sorry for them.
Back in your popless days, you always had to fend for yourself to get rid of people who kicked you around. Of course, you did so rather gorily with your dick, but that's aside the point. The least you can do is show them how to punch a guy before they get their starter.
"E-Eh!!?" Anna squeaks with a blush, "M-M-M-Me, the m-m-mother?! A-And you, the f-f-f-father!? B-But if we become that, t-t-t-then that means we'd be!--"
"WHOA WHOA, hold the friggin' phone here! Don't say another word, I'm bargin' in!"
A flash of light interrupts the moment. Out from Anna's skirt pocket pops her partner-in-crime, better half, and inner-conscience allegory, her Pikachu. With an ignorant scowl and a temper shorter than he, he pops out of his pokeball on his own and lands on Anna's head.
He rages a stubby paw at you and his trainer, "What the hell's going on here, Lassman?! Are you letting guys get fresh with ya again? Did you already forget what happened *last time* that happ-"
The mascot mouse pauses upon seeing your face. His tail twitches and he jumps up in shock, "What the hell!? You ARE the same friggin' guy from last time! How in the-- Are ya try'na get Lassman punished for doin' stupid shit again!? You know, they DON'T allow rats in WcDonalds! And being cramped in a ball all day is a hell on earth! ON EARTH!"
>What do you say next? 