Deciding against stalking outside the professor's labratory for hours on end, Silver decided to go the way of instant gratification and try a little home invasion. Slowly, he crept up the stairs; his solid black attire sorely sticking out from the brightly painted lab (much to the amusement of one little girl on the outskirts of town). He beat on the door for some time before the bumbling professor's equally bumbling wife managed to answer.
Much to Silver's surprise, the professor's wife was nowhere near as homely as he expected her to be. She was short, with tanned skin and a big blonde hairdo, but a killer bust. In fact, now that Silver thought about it... she looked almost exactly like Ms. Cerulean 1999! His newfound discovery was to be pushed aside in lieu for his duty, however. "Oh hello!" she chirped stupidly, "You must be the new trainer my husband's talking about... I totally see it, the name 'Gold' really suits you!"
He thought for a second; this didn't have to be difficult, "That's right." he said coldly, inwardly applauding himself for his brilliance "The professor told me to wait up here while he gets things ready." The wife giggled, "Oh that sounds like my husband, always so scatterbrained; come on in, I just made lunch!"
Silver walked into the doorway, his expression immediately darkening with his trademark and quite malignant sneer. "All I have to do now is sneak onto the roof overlooking those pokeballs, snag 'em all and I'll be on my way..." he said to himself, chuckling slightly as the monolouge reverberated throughout his entire being, filling him with a firey desire to-
"Hi, I'm Max."
"JEEZUS!!" Silver's cool and collected exterior was shattered by the shapeless blob that was Professor Elm's child, seated at the dinner table in all of his enormity. "Max" was practically spherical, with a huge belly that rested heavilly between his flabby thighs. The innocent smile across his dimpled cheeks that forced his sagging multiple chins down further put Silver off slightly, and for some reason he couldn't help but compare his impressive boy-boobies to his mother's. "Hi... I'm Gold." he murmered, slowly regaining composure.
"Boys!" his mother called from the kitchen, "Lunch is ready!" On cue, Max started bouncing and jiggling about in his seat, "Oh boy!" he bellowed. Silver gagged, the sight of that flab flying everywhere certainly didn't settle his stomach. Soon the wife re-entered the small dining room, an Electrode-themed tray housed many Voltorb-esque dishes with food practically dripping with calories and saturated fats. "Oh don't be shy Goldy-poo, the motto at the Elm household is eat' till you can't eat any more!"
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