"90s was the last years of actual music...sadly"
He looks at me through heavy lidded eyes, still stroking his hard cock. My throat hurts with all the yelling, then I see two more vines emerge, but they look different from the others.
"Sniii. " He looks completely normal now. I look over at my dresser and see his Pokeball that the Professor gave me and I go for it. He just smiles as I throw it, him entering it in the red stream of cartoonn without a problem.
I take him back to the Lab, and they evaluate him and they decide that he is fine, nothing wrong now. They figured he just wanted to be free...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑