What the Farfetch’d did you just say about me, you level 9 Poké-scrub? I’ll have you know I am the Gym Leader of all Gyms in a 40 mile radius of my home, and I’ve been involved in numerous Gym Battles, and I have over 120 confirmed Pokémon. I have trained extensively with every single Pokémon-type out there, and I’m the top trainer of all Pokémon Go-players in the US. You are nothing to me but just another worthless opponent. I will throw Pokéballs at wild Pokemon with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, Slowpoke. As we speak I am contacting my skilled apprentices across the USA and your Pokémon will be challenged ASAP so you better prepare for the storm, Weedle. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little things you call your Pokémon. You’re going down, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can defeat you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my starter Pokémon. Not only am I extensively trained in PvP combat, but I have access to the entire Pokédex and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable Pokémon off the face of the continent, you little Magikarp. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now your Pokémon pay the price, you goddamn Psyduck. My Blastoise will Hydro Pump all over your Pokémon and they will drown in it. Your Pokemon are dead, kiddo.