ACKSHUN

[tank_rockarms]

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a valiant blue knight who rode atop a steed made out of orange iron. He was a mighty knight, and had slain many in battle.

But one day, an evil imp by the name of VINCENT. V. VINESON came out of the wooded forest glen and did several thousand dollars worth of damage to the muscular knight's

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[punchtheflowers]

There was a grumble from behind the door before it opened, to reveal Vinnie with a tiny watering can in hand. This was hardly a visit he was expecting, and from the way his eyes twitched, not one he relished either.

By way of greeting, his face fell and he grumbled a simple, "Max."

[tank_rockarms]

Oh, a tiny watering can. How cute.

"Yeah, listen, you remember last week when everybody was acting all crazy, were you an Ivysaur?"

[punchtheflowers]

Tiny watering cans, the best for bonsai plants.

Vinnie paused. Squinted his eyes for a second. You could see the thoughts rolling around in his head.

"...Don't know. Maybe."

[tank_rockarms]

"What do you mean maybe?" Max asked, crossing his arms in a totally non-confrontational manner, "Either you were or you weren't. Were you an Ivysaur last week? There was an Ivysaur runnin' around I ain't never seen before, 'cause the flower on the back's the same color as yours, it ain't Bulba's color."

[punchtheflowers]

He gave an exasperated sigh as his shoulders slumped. Talking to Max was like talking to a brick wall with abs. "Fine, it was me, but I'm trying to keep that quiet, okay?"