>>16559632"Would you like a smidge of butterscotch?"
>'Wait wait, what the hell am I saying? I don't have butterscotch!'You are Calem, the ambiguously aged 15-16 year old boy from Vaniville Town, you are not an ambiguously aged 75-76 year old neck-breather who reeks of granny stank and devotes a full minute of their time to moisten their lips before applying chapstick to their cracked lips.
>'Actually wait, no, that last part is wrong, I DO use chapstick...'Not even five minutes into talking to this sweet old nice lady and it turns out that you DON'T have any butterscotch to give to her because you're not an old fart. Now you have to break it to her heart that you don't have any candy, and she might DIE from sadness overload from that alone.
Either that, or she's not as frail as she seems, like a big 'ol crusty, sexy fruit-cougar-cake.
And you know that's fucking good because there is no such thing as a cougar Pokemon yet.
>YOU DONE FUCKED UP, YOU DON'T HAVE BUTTERSCOTCH. What do you do?A) Substitute by using the accumulated Kalosian gunk in your crotch. It's like, the same thing man. She won't notice.
B) Give her saltwater taffy instead, she won't even notice.
C) Apply chapstick and request to make out.
D) Let her suck on your finger.
