Meowth was staring around the room. "What in blazes are we doing here?" he asked Jessie. Jessie giggled. "Well, we noticed that we had no part in this fan fic, so we yelled at Namiko and asked for our own section." Meowth stared at James, who nodded.
"But this is a Gymshipping fan fic!" Meowth shrieked.
"Your point?"
"I - so what's our section about?" Meowth didn't want the bitch-slap from Jessie. James squealed. "It's called 'Team Rocket's Piss and Moan Show!'" Meowth sweatdropped while James gleefully said "It's all about US! Pissing and MOANING! YAY!"
The Rockets were standing in a crappy TV studio. The white wallpaper was falling down and the linoleum floor was "dirty as hell," as Jessie affectionately said. In Jessie talk, it meant "James didn't wipe his shoes before he came in." James huffed when she yelled at him like that. Poor James. He really liked Jessie and she was always being mean to him.
Jessie punched Meowth out of his reverie. "You're no fun," Meowth told his friend. "I was just...thinking. This place sucks."
That was the perfect idea.
"I know what to piss and moan about!"