"I am the most powerful pokemon ever…I have all the power I need, and yet I am BORED!" Thought the *cough cough* impressive Mewtwo, wearing his cute lil pink bunny-slippers, as he threw away the latest edition of "The froufrou bunny daily" across the room.

"I must do something… what do you think, squirtle?" Said he, addressing himself to the small blue turtle he was using as a stool to rest his feet on.

"Squirtle squirtle, squuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrttttttttttlllllllllleeeeee!"

"Of course…you cannot speak… perhaps I can play a game of snakes and ladders with somebody…Bulbasaur, slowly recite the yellow pages! I have granted you the ability to speak…

"Ass Ketchup, 666 666 Loser; Brock Buttmunch, 666 777 Faggot…"

A few hours later

"Soul [-] unter, 999 999 bounty hunter"

"Alright…Squirtle, go get me my mobile I conveniently forgot in an area hard for you to access…"

"Squirtle…"

"AAAAAAA!" exclaimed Mewtwo as he falls head first onto the floorboards…"I meant AFTER I got off of you!"

"Squirtle, muahahahaha!"

A few minutes later

Knock knock knock!

"It's the doorbell, Bulbasaur, so go get it!"

At the door was me (nope, no descriptions), and in front of me was this shrimpy lil Bulbasaur in a tuxedo.

"Er…I was called for a game of…snakes and ladders…you're a pokemon, ain't you?"

"Yes sir."

"Uhuh…"

You can guess the rest of the discussion. Shotgun, Bulbasaur, hole in the head, blood all over.

"Hehehe I love this job…"

"I say, why did you kill my Bulbasaur?"

"Well…"

"Squirtle, ATTACK!"

The small little turtle leaped onto Soul, which quickly shoved it off.

"You're an ugly lil smurf aren't you?" So again, sword, kill, blood. [I'm lazy today]

Soul entered and saw the weirdest thing ever: a pokemon with reading glasses, bunny slippers and a hat with a little fuzzy ball on the top.

"Er…"

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Soul…"

"Right…" Soul got out his version of the pokedex, which is just the same except its entirely black, with blades on the sides and has a decent voice.

"Mewtwo: Ego-centric pokemon. Uses other pokemon to do its work, including thinking, eating and sleeping. It's neck being skinny, it is easy to chop its head off."

Soul opens his suitcase, (which he carries all over) grabs an axe and runs towards Mewtwo. Everything turns black so that I can pretend I don't know the rest and don't have to write it.

THE END