From: Marco262 <marco262@geocities.com> Subject: [PW!] Play time! Date: Wednesday, September 15, 1999 10:27 PM "GIMME BACK MY NOSE!!!!!" A cloud of dust shot down Celadon City, somewhere in there Tracer Canyon, chasing after a Mankey with one limb up in the air. It's fingers were in a position that, if it had a thumb, it would be sticking up in between the two other. The chase continued past a Hitmonlee meditating on a rock. Opening one eye, the pokémon watched them race past him for the umpteenth time. Bad temperedly, he stuck out a leg, sending the 21 year old human toward a face plant in the center of the street. The Hitmonlee strolled over to Tracer still sprawled on the ground, with the Mankey zooming by in the background, still caught up in the chase. The man sat up slowly, widened his eyes in horror, and started bawling shamelessly. "Waaaah!!! That hurt! Why were you so mean?" "Hitmon monlee." "But he won't give me back my nose!" The Hitmonlee sighed and turned eyes to the sky, as if looking for help. With precise timing, he shot his hand out, grabbing the uplifted paw of the Mankey, running by once again. The Mankey's feet shot out from under him, and Hitmonlee let go abruptly, leaving the Mankey lying on its back in the dust. The Hitmonlee walked over to the man with his fist clenched. He slapped his hand on Tracer's face, and twisted as if screwing something on. Tracer put his hands up to face, testing his nose. Satisfied, he grinned disarmingly at the pokémon. "Thanks, let's eat." The Hitmonlee sighed at his owner's habit of constantly changing the subject. The trainer picked the Mankey up and put it on his shoulders, both legs on either side of his head. They all strolled into town. The trio entered a restaurant with Tracer singing "Allstar" Mankey yelling out the harmony in hsi own language, and Hitmonlee trying to suppress a migraine. Tracer searched through the menu. Hitmonlee sat across from tracer in their both, watching Mankey bouncing hyperactively in the seat next to Tracer. Tracer finally ordered some pancakes for himself, a blueberry muffin for Mankey, and a plate of spaghetti and meatballs for Hitmonlee. When the food came, Tracer brought out his backpack and produced from it's limitless depths, a bowl of sugar. He began administering the sugar to the top layer of his eggs, happily humming the tune to M*A*S*H. Hitmonlee caught his eye. He opened his eyes wide, with guilty child all over him. "What?" Hitmonlee just crossed his arms and kept staring. "Oh, alright" Tracer pouted. He huffily stuffed the sugar back into his backpack and resumed his lunch. Hitmonlee also resumed eating, still keeping an eye on Mankey, who was ecstatically nibbling on his muffin. *You like? Any critism. PLEASE!* TCG... -- -Marco262, Aspiring Regular ***************** Step 1: Pull head from ass Step 2: Open eyes Step 3: View world ***************** Be nice to your enemies, it drives them nuts. ***************** "It's not the pace of life I mind, it's the abrupt stop at the end." -Hobbes "If we didn't laugh, we couldn't react to a lot of life." -Hobbes "He's a legend in his own mind. Anywhere else he'd be arrested." -Me "The only reason that people use profanity or insults is that they can't come up with even a half-decent arguement otherwise." -Me again ***************** AIM: Marco262