Imagine being Nintendo having to be all like "damn, GameFreak, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your nice graphics and terrible fighting animations. We would totally shill for you, both Furukawa and the rest of the executives." when all they really wants to do is fuck another 8 year old school girl loli dressed like Peach in their conference room. Like seriously imagine having to be Nintendo and not only sit in that chair while GameFreak flaunts their disgusting Pokemon designs in front of you, the favorable shading barely concealing the terrible 3D models and amateur rigging and just sit there, day after day, hour after hour, while they perfected their models. Not only having to tolerate their monstrous fucking animations but their haughty attitude as everyone in the meeting tells them they STILL GOT IT and DAMN, GAMEFREAK MADE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch thier mannish fucking gremlin face Pokemon characters contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of lolis and anime body pillows and later alleged traps for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Kyoto. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the 3 and 4/10 ratings that's breaking out on the computer monitor as GameFreak shoves a Pikachu model suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in their "genius (for that is what they call themselves)" the genius they worked so hard for with Skillshare trainers in the previous months. And then Masuda calls for another meeting, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the police could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Nintendo. You're not going to lose your future stock shares over this. Just bear it. Take the money and bear it.