Only Espeon and Umbreon were not seemingly outraged at the mere presence of the scientist before him, while Yanma merely continued to ramble to itself about the wonders of coffee and its own ability to fly faster than coffee.
...Of course you know I now have to wonder just how fast coffee would fly if it could.
“Golbat!” (I vant to suck vour blood!) the Golbat shouted at the group as his tongue hung out of his mouth and left a small puddle of drool on the ground.
Well that's just nasty. :| You go back and clean that up the first chance you get, Golbat.
“Yanma!” (This-is-not-coffee-this-is-pain-I-don’t-like-pain-it-is-painful!)
Yes Yanma, many things are not coffee.
Also, by Yanma's reasoning, I suppose coffee is coffeeful?
Who goes there? Makuhita thought suddenly as he became aware of Wes’s psyche, raising a hand to his head as he pondered if he should punch himself or not to make it go away.
Makuhita, you are a beautiful soul.
Hey-I-can-hear-thoughts-that-is-so-cool-it’s-just-like-talking-only-it’s-thinking-I-wish-coffee-could-do-that!
Oh, you think you want that. Really, if you knew what coffee actually thinks of you, you'd... probably have managed to zip off to your next caffeine fix fast enough to actually escape the coffee's thoughts somehow. So hmm.
That-man-gives-coffee-I-like-that-person-you-should-give-him-a-hug-I-can-fly!
Yanma doesn't really have trains of thought so much as disconnected toy train cars of thought being thrown downstairs in no particular order by an overcaffeinated toddler.
(Why are you suddenly telling me to ‘Jam jam Singapore the ropes are singing ever since the watermelon...?)
Well why wouldn't he?
“Well, allow me to make it more interesting, gentlemen!” Ein smiled savagely. “Thunderbolt the fools!” The legendary Pokémon obliged with a thunderous roar and ejected a ball of dazzlingly bright electricity.
I am now helplessly imagining Ein going around spicing up boring situations in the most *** way possible.
“Hey, Nascour, can I have a new Entei?” Dakim asked.
“No,” he replied coldly.
“Aw,” Dakim complained.
Oh, come on, Nascour, at least let him have a little Entei plushie or something.
Es Cade sighed, watching the giant afro with a man attached to it turn the corner.
Pretty apt description of the guy. Miror B. really is like a vehicle for his hair, much like a parasect is for its giant-*** mushroom.
“Gross,” (Charging Hyper Beam,) it continued.
Heh, I like how, out of context, it can look like Metagross is, in actuality, responding to something being gross by preparing to hyper beam it into oblivion. Drop a bit of sandwich on the floor and Metagross'll remove the mess by removing an entire section of floor. Overkill is awesome.
“Oh, I am the great Silva!” he shouted as he ripped off his moustache, only to wince and shout in pain and hop about awkwardly, clutching at his mouth.
Pfffffff nice one, Silva. XD
“Oh. That’s fair enough then,” Nascour said, as he petted the peon on the head. He then observed his hand which was now silver and wet.
“Yeah man, I painted his hair too!” Dakim said.
Anyone thinking about enrolling in the Dakim School of Cosmetology might want to reconsider.
“Wait, why are we meeting them head-on?” Nascour frowned.
Thank you, Nascour, for causing me to start hearing the Phantasy Star IV battle music. :B
Dakim meanwhile moved to another fountain and uprooted its statue, ignoring the water spurting out of the glass structure that soaked the lower part of his pants.
“Hari!” (I can do that too!)
It's a good thing that he then proceeded to grab something (or, well, someone, in his case) up, thus indicating what it was that he could do just as Dakim does. Otherwise Hariyama might have actually been saying that he too can make it look as though he wet his pants. Or that he can actually wet his pants.
I don't think Hariyama wears pants, but that's beside the point, and the point's basically just a big ol' cone made of silliness anyway, so yeah.
“Yes, you are the one who defeated me long ago, Wes!” Bluno continued, shouting as he waved his hands about wildly and walked towards him. “But today I will-” His speech was abruptly ended as a door he had passed suddenly flew open and sent him flying with a loud splash into the moat.
XD
“What? No, that’s not fair!” Skrub cried as the two Pokémon leapt on the shell Pokémon and unleashed a flurry of attacks. “Stop them!” he ordered his Wobbuffet, but the tall blue Pokémon merely continued applying lipstick. Realising that her lips had now been done, she then moved to the rest of her face, scrawling scribbles of pink on the back of her head.
Nobody has style even approaching that of a wobbuffet.
Nobody.
Startled, the Graveler decided against its attack and instead leapt behind the Wobbuffet, narrowly escaping the attack which struck the Psychic type instead, knocking the lipstick out of its arm. It frowned and picked up the tube, and then glowed a bright white colour and sent what remained of the burst of water back at Feraligatr at twice the speed it had been fired, successfully striking the large Pokémon who grimaced as he was hit.
I like how she's just kinda >:/ about the whole thing as she mirror coats him. XD Wobbuffet are awesome.
“Aha, my Medicham has retur- you’re not Medicham,” Skrub said as a bald man entered the room.
XD I love how he says that.
“Nobody,” Miror B interjected, “I repeat, nobody, messes with the hair.”
In addition to sending the host powerful signals to feed it and to propagate its fluffy species, the hairasite also commands its host to defend it at all costs.