Just when he had all the furniture back where he wanted it, Ash had to come along and call him out. It’s about time that Pokemon stood up for their rights as living beings and were awarded some privileges. Because clearly this whole battling thing isn’t working out.
I mean, come on. Charmander still had half a glass of brandy left and he had clearly just lit his pipe since there’s hardly any residual smoke clouding up his room at all. Why is it that every fucking time I sit down to relax it’s time to battle. Go bother Pikachu!