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>Rough day of creepy-ass fucking humans gazing pervertedly at me
>Finally get back to the fields and start trashing about to get rid of stress and chill out
>My retard brother comes accompanied by his group of friends
>I knew the only reason he'd show up with other people would be to show off
>He's proud of his power
>Challenges me to arm wrestling to find out who's the stronger sibling
>I beat him easily
>He gets all salty and tries to cover his ass by spouting some autistic bullshit about who would win in a real battle, and that a Pokémon like me who thrashes about would lack the mental fortitude to pull of any of my moves with precision, that it takes a certain amount of intellect to develop pride, rather than brainlessly flail around like a monkey, etc.
Why do I have to put up with his shit? Is there a way to cure his autism?
