"I shouldn't," the Master of Paradox tells himself as he stands in front of a certain lever in his domain. This lever has the words "DO NOT PULL" painted on it in very clear letters. It's surrounded by a velvet rope and lit with red undertones.
He checks his list. The name with the fewest checkmarks jumps out at him.
With a sigh, the Master of Paradox pulls the forbidden lever, muttering, "Please don't let him ban me..."
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It was a bright, sunny day in the park as Mr. Pikachu walked along, just enjoying himself. He was relatively unmarred thus far in Whack-A-TPMer, but part of him stayed on his guard.
And that part of him sounded an alarm as he passed one bench in particular. The man sitting on it smiled up at him; it was a Japanese man with close-cropped hair and fairly well-defined features, his eyes half-lidded at the moment. He wore a brown bodysuit, zipper partially undone.
With a smile, the man muttered, "Yaranai, ka?"
Those words chilled Mr. Pikachu to the bone, and he prepared to fight.
It availed him little.
(Fourth-wall break: WARNING! That video doesn't contain anything unduly offensive, but I wouldn't let my boss see it if I were you!)
When it was over, the last thing Mr. Pikachu heard before he passed out was "Arigato, Piichan."
Kuso Miso
Whacked.