Standing up, Ash collected his trousers from around his ankles, and congratulated himself of a job well done. Catching a glimpse of the toilet bowl, he grimaced. Misty would have a go at him if he just left it to slowly be eroded by successive flushes, and that would lead to the bicycle argument - again - so shunning the brush, he rummaged around in the cabinet behind the toilet duck and Brock's asphyxiwank belt until he found one of his first pokéballs. With insufficient room to cast the ball, he just waved it around it his head a few times making wind noises with his mouth until he felt it start to open (pokéballs are easily fooled) then hastily dropped it in the bath. With that duhpyuuuu noise that accompanied the 'sending out' of pokémon, Charizard appeared! Even stooping to keep his ancient reptilian head from breaking through the ceiling (because of the asbestos) and without room to unfurl his magnificent wings, he was a beautiful animal, and even filling the bathroom as he did, his movements were nothing but elegant as he gracefully repositioned himself to face the master he so faithfully served.
"Hey Charizard", said Ash, suddenly aware that it had been several years since Charizard had been sent out anywhere other than this room, "I'm afraid I'm still banned from the pokéleague after that pokécommittee declared that it was still pokéracist to use pokéracial slurs even if you're addressing pokémon whom you previously named with said pokéracial slurs. Say, would you mind terribly blasting my shit off the back of the toilet?"
A weird mushroom thing floated out of Charizard's mouth as he sighed. Ash would have consider taking him to the pokécenter to get it checked out, but it's not like Charizard getting cancer even mattered anymore. Floating mushrooms would be cancer, right? I mean what else could it be?
By this point, Charizard had finished fireblasting the toilet. The wallpaper behind was understandably charred, revealing the underlying brickwork, which had also started to bubble a bit, but that was OK because Misty'd paid the deposit. Ash flushed the toilet again to replace the water that had been boiled away. The bowl shattered as the water flowed over it.
"Why did that happen?" pondered Ash aloud. Turing to the forth-wall he pointed to Charizard and said "Flamethrower-Charizard is the product of choice for pokémon trainers who find using a toilet brush undignified!"
Charlie Brooker turned off the TV and turned to the camera himself. "That was a confusing advert" he said.
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"Hey Charizard", said Ash, suddenly aware that it had been several years since Charizard had been sent out anywhere other than this room, "I'm afraid I'm still banned from the pokéleague after that pokécommittee declared that it was still pokéracist to use pokéracial slurs even if you're addressing pokémon whom you previously named with said pokéracial slurs. Say, would you mind terribly blasting my shit off the back of the toilet?"
A weird mushroom thing floated out of Charizard's mouth as he sighed. Ash would have consider taking him to the pokécenter to get it checked out, but it's not like Charizard getting cancer even mattered anymore. Floating mushrooms would be cancer, right? I mean what else could it be?
By this point, Charizard had finished fireblasting the toilet. The wallpaper behind was understandably charred, revealing the underlying brickwork, which had also started to bubble a bit, but that was OK because Misty'd paid the deposit. Ash flushed the toilet again to replace the water that had been boiled away. The bowl shattered as the water flowed over it.
"Why did that happen?" pondered Ash aloud. Turing to the forth-wall he pointed to Charizard and said "Flamethrower-Charizard is the product of choice for pokémon trainers who find using a toilet brush undignified!"
Charlie Brooker turned off the TV and turned to the camera himself. "That was a confusing advert" he said.