Me a pokemon trainer: Alright guys yall can eat up!
My Alakazam in my head: Ma’am may I please sit at the table and have a plate it is truly unnecessary for me to eat from a bowl on the ground and actually-
Me: Oh Alakazam you know pokemon don’t have human rights now tell me the answers to my Calculus homework
something I have desperately wanted to know since I was a kid, and am legitimately hoping the Detective Pikachu movie will answer for me: are pikachus actually tiny little things underneath all that fur and would they look like a drowned rat when wet
my perpetual existential crisis spans across glalaxies, dimensions, time, and the horrifying expansion of meaningless, wandering, and mercilessly phantasmagorical thought
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