Un, deux, trois. Morlock. I am a rock, not a gold one, but my blood is. Of toxic hell.
Where. Seeking the nature and land, the base, the refuge, for the sanctum. Eight bills a month. Perhaps we can salvage the Lexus RX and get me a new ride, or something. Seeking the healing party house out in the rural. For the Butterfly empire, transmogrify into our dreams, conquer our wings. Behind the Thirteenth Gate. The saga of the Sacred-Clown, and the Mages.
“Butterfree! Use ‘Iron-Wing’ attack!”
Man, I love Pokémon. Travel by air with my strong Butterfree.
Standing on my feet, hanged by a rope from my green backpack.
Butterfree, it’s crazy big and round red eyes and it’s ninja feet.
Super-sonic senses and agility movements, air-winged with the most enchanted wings in the bug kingdom. Sleeping-powder and Mega-Drain.
My pokemons are all about the health and stamina.
On our journey to evolution, to become stronger and better.
For the pilgrimage. Little Paras with it’s mushrooms on it’s back.
Parasect, paralyze. Harvest the powder for my detoxified Muk.
Get ready for a level 50 ‘Contortion’ attack!
What can you do against my high level Muk and it’s super paralyzing-powder attack; unless you have a Machamp or a fire pokemon.