From: Jose L. Solano <jsolano199@aol.comlink> Subject: [PW!] Training Hell's perfect team Date: Tuesday, September 21, 1999 6:41 PM "KNOCK KNOCK" said a voice. "Go away..." muttered Trent, half-asleep. "KNOCK KNOCK!!" said the voice. "Shutup! Can't you see I'm sleeping?" "KNOCK KNOCK YOU SON OF A BITCH, KNOCK KNOCK!!" "Fine. Who's there?" "Time." "Time who?" "Time to get up!" "That's great. Just gimme a couple more hours..." "No, it's time to get up, by decree of the Master." "Master? What are you talking about?" The guard opened the door and walked inside. He prodded Trent with his spear. "AAAAH!! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" "Wake up call." "Where am I?" "Why you're in Hell. Master Akumachu awaits." "Oh yeah..." Trent remembered he had to train Akumachu's Pokemon team. He quickly got up out of bed. "Ok, I'm ready." "Put some clothes on first, you imbecile!" Trent looked at himself. He just now realized he was only wearing boxers. "SHIT!! Wait...what do I get for killing a guard?" "Uh...nothing why?" "Good." Trent grabbed the guard by the horns and twisted his head. "Heh, can't expect me to die without learning something from it." He got his clothes on and dragged the guard outside. He propped him up against a wall, and made it look as if he were sleeping. "Good God!" said another guard, who was quickly hit by lightning. Trent walked down the long hallway, which seemed more like a royal palace than a place of eternal punishment. He entered the throne room. Once again, Akumachu sat on Aurem's lap, speaking to a man in a hooded robe like Trent had worn the day before. "Yes, we know all about you." Akumachu said. "We know of your plans to assassinate the Queen of England. You would have succeeded, had you not yelled 'LONG LIVE SCOTLAND!' as you attacked. But, I am willing to make you the head of labor. DO you accept?" "No, I wanted to train your Pokemon." said the man. "Well, that position is taken. Any other requests?" "Uh...what isn't taken?" "Head of labor, and plumber." "Hmmm...What are the benefits?" "Well, none if you're head of labor, you just work." "I'll take plumber." "Fine. Guards, take him to the plumber's chamber. Ah, Retwin. I've been expecting you. Sit down." "Uh...sit down on what?" asked Trent. "Well, find a rock. Anyways, I'm going to send you back to Earth for 24 hours. I want you to find the best Pokemon you can find." "Wait...won't somebody recognize me?" "No, you won't look like yourself. Now, step right on that pentagram to your left." Trent stood on it. "Alright, now say something dramatic." "Uh...By the power of Hell, I command you to resurrect me!" "No, I said dramatic not cheesy!" "Uh...help me out here..." "Just say anything." "Hey, take me back up there." In a blast of fire, Trent disappeared. "Not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, is he master?" commented Aurem. "Well, he has potential, he just thinks slow. VERY slow." -------------------------------------------------- Trent found himself in the middle of a field. He looked around, then at himself. "What the- I look like Mr. Bean! NO!!" TBC Jose Luis Solano --------------------------------------- Offical Member of the AFSH Stupid Brigade --------------------------------------- "Chuba? Ni chuba na?" -Sebulba