I take note of your allowing me to go first, like a proper gentlepokemon. I assume you ARE a gentlepokemon and not a lady, since your facade is as impeccable as my own. In fact, I almost think you're kind of cute. Shame I'll have to choke you out on my lovely stinks. And since you've let me go first, I of course have to give you my worst. Anything less would be improper.
I move on soundless steps, my focused psychic powers being used to cushion my steps for no reason other than it adds to my dainty and precious appearance. I can't help but crinkle my nose as I draw near, your tremendous stench like a wall of sour, oniony body odor. But still, I bring myself nice and close to you and pucker my pretty little lips, looking like I'm about to give you a soft kiss. Then I blow a lungful of my breath at you.
The smell of my death breath is beyond words, as if I had eaten nothing but rotten fish and garlic then washed it down with expired milk. I know that one mouthful of my breath can wither a fresh flower to a dead grey husk, let's see what it does to a gallade!
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