ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

-Oakley, Revol and Tepig each arrive at their Dream Houses in the Dream World-

Oakley: -Looks over the flyer, trying to figure out what the message may be-

Revol: -Tears the flyer off the door, looks at it for a moment and tosses it onto a table-

Tepig: -Passes by the flyer without noticing it-

- Briar Rose is now sitting under a tree in the Dream World, trying to decide what to do with the leftover fliers, and how else she can advertise for those Swanna -

-Riptide enters the Dream World, only to find a group of Bidoof having a party at his dream house. The house is completely trashed-

Riptide: What the...!? OI! This is my house!
How'd you pricks even get here, anyway?!

-A Bidoof stumbles over to Riptide-
Bidoof: Chill out, brah... The door was open, we didn't know anyone lived here... -Falls over and spills drink-

-Some female Bidoof are dancing for a group of male Bidoof, who start cheering-
Female Bidoof 1: Yeah, loosen up, Gator! -Giggles-

-A different Bidoof stumbles over to Riptide, obviously drunk-
Other Bidoof: I love you, man... You're like, my besht -hic- friend. -Throws up-

Riptide: Oh, that is it.
-Stomps over to the middle of the room and clears throat-
ALL OF YOU PISSHEADS BETTER GET OUT OF MY HOUSE WITHIN THE NEXT TEN SECONDS, OR I SWEAR TO ARCEUS I WILL EAT YOU! -Bares teeth- I'LL DO IT! I'M NOT AFRAID!

-The Bidoof all scurry off, scared-

Riptide: Ugh... Now my whole house smells like cheap, skunky booze. No way I'm cleaning all of this up by myself.
-Notices a flyer by the door-
What's this? -Starts reading it-

edited 19th Jul '11 2:01:19 AM by Slouch

-MGMT has a pedal powered Helicopter and is flying through the Dream World-

MGMT: Bit by Bit/Putting it Together!

Fool, this post of yours inspired me to make this piece of crap.
The messy scribbling and writing is intentional, by the way. Holding a little pencil with those huge-ass hands has got to be pretty awkward.

Riptide: -Hears knocking at the door- If that's one of you drunkies again, I wasn't kidding when I said I'd eat you.

Vesuvius (From outside): It's just me.

Riptide: Oh. Never mind, then. -Opens door, lets her in-
Hi, Vess! Good to see you here.

Vesuvius: Good to see you, too. -Looks around, sees the messy room-
What on earth happened here?

Riptide: Nothing much. A big group of Bidoof just threw a party while I wasn't here, trashed the place and spilled beer everywhere is all.
Oh yeah, and one of them threw up.

Vesuvius: I'm sorry to hear that, Rip. Would you like some help cleaning up?

Riptide: Ooh... -Looks around- If you wouldn't mind.

edited 15th Aug '11 1:13:54 AM by Slouch

I must admit, I laughed.

-MGMT decides to Troll Riptide again and starts peddling to Riptide's house-

MGMT: Piece by piece, only way to make a work of art/Every moment makes a contribution/Every little detail plays a parts/Having just a vision's no solution/Everything depends on execution/Putting it together, that's what counts!

edited 18th Jul '11 4:25:02 AM by PippingFool

Riptide: <Thinking> Huh. Thought I heard singing. Probably nothing, though.

...Probably nothing, my arse... It'll be that prick MGMT again. Oh well.

-Goes back to the cleaning-

edited 15th Aug '11 1:14:16 AM by Slouch

-Is not getting a reply from Riptide, so he leaves singing-

''< Oh well... Can't get him every day. I hope he got the note I sent him saying that I was the one who opened his door and gave out a bunch of flyers to some Bidoof saying "Party at this guy's house Pronto". Now that was a great "Prank" he he he...>

-MGMT pedels around the Windswept Sky-

edited 18th Jul '11 4:43:41 AM by PippingFool

-Finds MGMT's note while looking around for any spare rubbish-
-Starts twitching-

Vesuvius: Well, I think that's everything finished.
Is there anything you want to do now that that's over?

Riptide: ...

Vesuvius: Rip?

Riptide: ...
HRRRRNNNNNNNNNKKK.

Vesuvius: Are you alright?

Riptide: -Turns around and shows Vesuvius the note-

Vesuvius: Oh... Oh, dear.

Riptide: -Nods- HRRRRNNNNNNNNNKKK.

edited 15th Aug '11 1:15:48 AM by Slouch

MGMT: < I also hope that he has a look of that remake of his sloppily written threat letter◊ that I made for him. I hope he appreciates it.>

-Is having a nice fly through Windswept Sky-

I wasn't intending for him to actually send it, I only made it as a joke.

I thought I would funnier if he did send it to MGMT. Also, last post for the night

edited 18th Jul '11 5:24:24 AM by PippingFool

-Riptide looks on the other side of the note and sees MGMT's reply to the stupid form he filled out scribbled on and sent to him as a joke-

Riptide: ...One second.

-He hastily writes a reply to that reply, runs out and sticks it to the door of MGMT's house before coming back to his own house-

edited 15th Aug '11 1:17:11 AM by Slouch

-MGMT goes back to his house and reads the reply-

MGMT:< He seriously responded to this crap?>

- Wakes up, and goes to get myself ready for the day -

-Wakes up-

- Leaves the hotel room, unsure of what to do -

-Walks out of his hotel room while deep in thought-

Past

Honestly, Crowley...

-Sprays Antidote on Crowley, curing his poison.-

Crowley: <Caw...>

Your constant bickering with Sonny is really starting to get on my nerves. Open your beak.

-Crowley does as he's told, allowing to pour some Moo Moo milk down his throat.-

Gotta' remember to thank Tracer the next time I see him. Seriously, what have you got against him, anyway?

Crowley: -Stands up, straighting his "hat."- <Well, he doubts my position of Don around 'ere. And 'e's constantly puttin' me down about it by insulting my crew and my horde!>

The horde that is mostly made up of stuff that belongs to me?

Crowley: <Details, details. Not ta' mention 'e keeps callin' me names! At least, I assume so anyway. What does "gopnik" even mean?>

Sol: <You don't want to know.>

...Crowley, do you feel threatened by Sonny?

Crowley: <Eh?>

Well, you were the only Honchkrow around here for a long time, which sort of made you the "Don" of our group, right?

Crowley: <True.>

But then, all of a sudden, Tracer brings Sonny along, and suddenly you're no longer our group's Don.

Crowley: <...>

So is that why you don't like him so much? Because you're afraid that he's going to take your place?

Crowley: <...Maybe.>

Crowley, that's silly. Sonny isn't going to take your place. But, he is going to be sticking around for a while. And since he's a Don too, you'll just have to share the position with him for a while. Okay?

Crowley: -Cross wings.- <Why should I? I was 'ere first!>

What?! What right does that give you to be the Don around here? Does that mean Flare should be the only Blaziken around here because she was here first? Or that Or Unite should be the only Braviary? That's ridiculous.

Crowley: <Hmph. Well I'm not sharin' anythin' with him.> -Turns away.-

...Fine. If your're going to be like that, I'll just box you. Then Sonny WILL be the Don around here.

Crowley: <...You wouldn't.>

I would.

Crowley: <...Hmph.>

edited 18th Jul '11 7:33:15 AM by Luke924

-Waners around waiting for a phone call to make a delivery or something-

- Wandering around in the hallway, still unsure what to do -

...

-Manages to run into DS-

Morning DS. Is there something wrong?

- Notices Tagg -

Oh, good morning, Tagg.

... Well... Nothing is really wrong, it's just that...

-Tilts head-

That?

Well... I haven't really spoken to Fool or Slouch since their battle and... Even though things seem to have mostly worked themselves out between them, I'm not sure what to say to them now if I were to talk to them...