Cress was outside, having Panpour water down the gym. Earlier today, a customer by the name of Cheren wanted to test the power of his Pokemon by ordering rice and force-feeding it to his Pidove. Soon after, the Pidove screamed and flew out the door where it exploded all over on the Striaton gym.

Chili was so pissed because he recently had to repaint the gym as punishment, and now it's all ruined. He once again hijacked Cilan's laptop and changed his bookmarks to bestiality shit, which were labeled as something cute. When Cilan clicked on 'Rainbows', his life flashed before his eyes. That being said, Chili had no second thoughts as to scream and ram his foot into Cheren's willy bum bum. Cheren was then kicked out.

Naturally, washing pieces of dead bird off a building was Cress's job. The gym was temporarily closed as he worked. While this was happening, nearby was Gaycheese's brigade spewing shit to the public about Pokemon liberation.

When Gaycheese was done, he excused himself from Team Plasma. He felt so hot under this sun. He plopped his ass down on a bench nearby the Striaton gym, smacking his lips before slurping a banana smoothie out of a straw. Ah, banana smoothies. He loved banana smoothies. They reminded him of his young nudist days when he was a baby.

He still felt hot since he was wearing his White Castle dress. He watched Cress washing the gym and smacked his lips again.

"Hot damn," Gaycheese slobbered huskily to himself before licking his straw. The butts of young men always entranced him. And today was a special day.

He had enough of eye candy and wanted a piece of dat ass. Surely it was the weather to blame for his actions today. Yes, the weather and his inappropriate clothes that he was forever stuck in.

Gaycheese slithered towards Corn. The young man didn't notice him until he felt a firm grip on his ass. Cress swung at Gaycheese with an awestruck facial expression. Gaycheese kept hanging on. He was just standing there, smiling at Cress.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING," Corn bellowed, which also sounded like the mimicked command GURL OH NO YOU DIN'T YOU BETTER GETCHO HANDS OFF DA MERCHAINDISE OR ELSE I WILL BEAT YOU DOWN SON.

Gaycheese replied with, "Rufi I wuvu."

Corn ordered his Panpour to water gun the giant talking pedophile castle, allowing his sensitive tush to no longer be violated.

Gaycheese scoffed with attitude as if he were a teenage girl and sucked on his straw. He thought boys these days would appreciate his appreciation towards their butts, but they were all petty children like N. "Whatever, gurl, I don't need your sass."

Gaycheese tossed his empty smoothie cup at the gym and went to do bigger and better things. Like watch Code Gayass.