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« on: June 21, 2013, 06:27:44 AM »
Pyro popped out from Giovanni’s liquor cabinet followed by a mob of Psyducks. Music began to play but no matter how hard the Team Rocket boss searched, he could not identify its source but that was the least of his worries. The Duck Pokemon soon run roughshod all over the room with the eternal child at the center of the storm, dancing to the rhythm.
“I want a new Psyduck
One that won't try to bite
One that won't chew a hole in my socks
One that won't quack all night”
Their quacking grew louder as one Psyduck actually bit Giovanni on the finger while another tugged at his sock and chewed on it.
“I want a new Psyduck
One with big webbed feet
One that knows how to wash my car
And keep his room real neat”
Soon the Psyduck horde spread throughout the building. They opened the nearby fridge and devoured its contents save for a half-empty jar of olives. Another jumped on a treadmill and started running while Pyro pulled out a roll of duct tape to tie Giovanni to a chair with, forcing him to watch the Pokemon destroy his office.
“One that won't raid the ice box
One that'll stay in shape
One that's never gonna try to migrate or escape
Or I'll tie him up with duck tape.”
“I want a new Psyduck
A mallard I think
One that won't make a mess of my house
Or build a nest in the bathroom sink”
To add insult to injury, the Psyducks raided his liquor cabinet and waddled around in a drunken stupor. Pyro flipped through Giovanni’s mail (which included this month’s Foot Fetish Monthly) and then rolled up the periodical to poke him in the nose with it.
“I want a new Psyduck
One that won't steal my beer
One that won't stick his bill in my mail
One that knows the duck stops here.”
He jumped onto Giovanni’s coffee table, spun around, and furiously gyrated his hips.
“One that won't drive me crazy waddling all around
One who'll teach me how to swim and help me not to drown
And show me how to get down
How to get down baby.”
Water suddenly filled the entire room with the Psyducks swimming circles around Giovanni who floated above the floor, holding his breath. For some reason, Pyro did not appear to require oxygen as he boldly pressed his face against Giovanni’s.
“Get it?”
The Psyducks joined in the chorus by quacking around the beleaguered Rocket Boss.
“I want a new Psyduck
Not a Swanna or a Zangoose
Just a drake I can dress real cute
Think I'm gonna name him Bruce.”
He then held up a Psyduck in a cutesy sailor outfit with a lollipop in its bill and a name tag marked "Bruce." The water finally drained, leaving Giovanni sopping wet. Water continued to drip from the light fixture above and the room carried this ungodly stench that made him want to gag.
“I want a new Psyduck
Not a quail or an Noctowl
One that won't molt to much
One that won't smell too fowl.”
“One that won't beg for breadcrumbs
Hangin' around all day
He'd better mind his manners
Better do just what I say
Or he's gonna be duck patte, duck patte, yah, yah…”
Pyro and the Psyducks then formed a conga line and danced back into the liquor cabinet slamming the door behind them.