Let's play a game!

It's called torture a Buizel in the LEAST humane way possible

Hey Buizel, meet my little friend! Get em', Ditto! (Fir and I's Ditto likes to rape)
*Ditto attacks Buizel*

Gale runs and hides underwater, not wanting to be found.

I find Gale and put him in the center of da forum.

'Hi Mr. Buizel,' inserted a Chikorita. 'Word on the street has it we're to play with you in the most fun way possible. Wheeeeeeee~!' She ran up to the Buizel and gave him a big hug.

Leaf does nawt get points.

'That's good,' chirped Leaf happily. 'I don't like the ability Poison Point.'

Leaf if you continue like this, you're going to have to get a 30 berry penalty.

'30 berries?' asked Leaf in dismay. 'That's a lot. I have to give them out to everyone, you know.' She seemed to think for a bit. 'Would you be happy with ten?'

"I think Miss Myukou might enjoy the berries more than I would," I said trying to hold back my evil snicker.

'Yay,' chirped Leaf. 'Berries for Miss Myukou.' She ran up to the 12-year-old and said, 'Fircoal said you would like some Berries. Currently we have Durin, Pecha, Watmel; don't ask me where I got the Watmel, Mint, Mystery, Tamato, the supreme spiky one, and Magost, my favorite. Would you like detailed descriptions or recommendations?'

Myukou just looked down at the Chickorita and just nodded as she talked on. "I'll take whatever berry you wish to give me," she said. It wasn't that hard to know that Myukou wasn't exactly the biggest fan of berries and would probably just give them away to someone in the end anyway.

'That's simply grand,' giggled the Chikorita. 'Then you can have one of each.' Leaf sprouted some leaves that curved themselves into bowl shapes and presented the berries to Myukou. 'They say you're very knowledgeable, almost like a Mr. Fircoal version of Willard Dillard, so would you please teach me about berries?'

Myukou took the berries and then explained to Leaf. "I'm afraid I don't know very much about berries. It's not really in the area that I've studied in prior. I have a feeling that you probably know much more than I do. It is your hobby and even if you deny this message you know more than you think you do. In this case you are the expert, not me." She patted the Chickorita's head and then zoned out into space.

'How atypical of her,' quacked a voice softly. 'She's zoned out into space. She's not observing her surroundings. Get her.' With a brush of a wing and a flurry of feathers, Myukou was stuffed in a strange sack.

Myukou was easily stuffed into the strange sack; she didn't really seem to notice it that much she was in deep thought. It seemed the normally observant Vee while at some times had her heightened abilities, has lately started to zone out into ideals of pure thought. It seemed at times like these nothing existed by the ideas formulated in her mind.

Myukou was dumped out of the strange sack into a tarball, a compressed Linux file that also happened to be a ball of tar. From the background she could her maniacal laughter that sounded like a broken oboe.

Myukou looked around at the tar ball and tried to figure out her how she was trapped in this tarball. She observed her position in it and looked to see if there was anything that she could try to do. When she heard the laughter she calmly said under her breath, "What a nice sound." The cries of the insane were beautiful melodies to the depressed.

There was jack Myukou could do. She was as stuck as stuck could be. Then the tarball sort of melted, leaving Myukou covered in sticky, gooey tar, just enough to cover her person. 'Tar and feather it, then ride it out of town on the rail,' screeched the voice excitedly. Suddenly feathers of all sorts and sizes flew upon Myukou and stuck to her tar-covered body, making her look like a kooky bird. A moment later a train arrived and Myukou was unceremoniously dumped on it and carted away.

Myukou just sighed and went back to her thinking. It was strange how little she cared about her predicament. Rather it seemed that it didn't really matter much to her, and so she just went back to her thoughts and continued them.

(Heyzel, wanna go on MSN while I update these threads?)

The train ride was filled with jazz music and dancing men in white suits with top hats.

And Myukou just enjoyed the jazz music, although it wasn't her favorite genre it was bearable. And thought about many things that would be on the exam of a college Psychology exam, as well as some college Sociology.

The train conductor announced, 'First stop on splut week.' The door opened and Myukou was hit in the face with a banana cream pie.

Myukou didn't seem to mind this that much, however it seemed more and more apparent to her that she was in some type of weird old school movie. She again just continued to think about what she was thinking and such.

A black hole appeared on the train track and sucked it all in.