That time of the day again. You've already gone through adventures as the Arceus-Slaying Obama, a human-turned-rapist-Snorlax with a weed addiction, and a Male Chaney trying to score some Oshawott ass, so now we're mixing up a bit!

Picture a black void, extending in all directions. Litter this void with stars, stars of every conceivable size and color, myriad to the point where merely trying to understand their impossibility of quantity could break your mind and shatter your soul.

You stand in the center of this void, an empty husk. And there, you hear a voice.

"Y'know what? Fuck personality quizzes. Seriously. What Pokemon do you wanna be?"

1 or 9 decides.