Scrumptious Calem and Kuudere Serena's Tubular Voyage Part

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>>608848
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTBNuKyGKnk
It has been nearly one month since the resurrection of the moon, and right now you're beginning to settle into a new lifestyle of your very own. See, being champion is cool and all, it's the highest achievement a trainer could hope to earn, but it doesn't exactly pay. You still have a myriad of debts to pay back to society after all of the collateral damage your various misadventures have caused. It's grueling, the kind of things a protagonist has to do, but there is a bright side to it—it's become the reason for why you have decided to devote this post-game interim period of your life to a brand new cause.

Being a full-time peacekeeper-for-hire at the Looker Bureau.

Riding on the coattails of an old friend's wishes, you have decided to team up with Serena, Emma, and Emma's dumb little Espurr Mimi to continue preserving the legacy of the Looker Bureau for the good of Lumiose. As a result of this newfound purpose, the Bureau has, in essence, turned into a sort-of 'trouble center' for the town to turn to. For a small fee, patrons can post their petty issues, worries and concerns on a request board, which is then forwarded to the Bureau for review and acceptance. The past few weeks has seen you running around town doing all sorts of favors for people, delivering packages, finding lost Pokemon, escorting others, filling in for others at events, and even catching the occasional street thug here and there

It honestly.. feels kind of nice, helping people so casually. Usually your endeavors as a hero to the people are far more grandiose, but this.. it feels kind of comfy, just laying back and helping others out like any 'ol dope your age would do. It's certainly working wonders in bettering your image as the champion with the public, and the money definitely doesn't hurt either, llama god knows you need it.

All-in-all, the Bureau is a hit, and honestly something you're proud to say you're a part of. In a matter of weeks, it's made the transition from a literally who agency shelved away in an alleyway, to the hot spot destination for conundrum mediation and justice preservation. Your clientele has even managed to expand to the biggest names in town, speaking of...

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>>608854
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_EItiJk6eQ
"So, new mascot," says the morally-ambiguous-but-gets-away-with-it-anyway mayor. "How are the new slogans coming along? I trust you've come up with some spicy zingers in the ten minutes of prep time I've given you!"

A) You've got some zesty punchlines lined up, alright!
B) You've got nothing, chief. Tell him how difficult this is.
C) Tell him this isn't what you had in mind when you accepted his request for a 'campaign advisor'.

>>608856
C

>>608856
A.

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>>608856
The tie was randomized.
"Uh, you know mayor," you begin while musing over what few notes and hamfisted zingers you've scrawled down for him. "I gotta say, this isn't really what I had in mind when you asked for a campaign manager.."

Mayor Phantrump, not even pausing to consider the ramifications of your implications, promptly nods wholeheartedly. "I'll say!" he boasts, the point completely flying over him. "You're terrible at this! You call these quips? A Slowpoke could write better wit than this!! Aggh.. I knew hiring an amateur was a bad idea.. should have swallowed my cheap pride and sprung for a jew, they're always hilarious..."

A) "That.. isn't really what I had in mind.."
B) "Don't you think it'd be a little more ethical to win the election with a.. you know, fair campaign?"
C) "Didn't you uh, use to have a guy for this?"
D) "Amateur? But I saved your bacon from zombies!"

>>609145
>already back at it after that last marathon
The absolutely beautiful madman, Nate

D

>>609145
C

>>609145
C
>tfw the ride comes to an end.

N-nate, you're planning SM cyoa, aren't you?

>>609145
C

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>>609145
Ignoring his hypocritical attitude towards hired help, you continue verbalizing your observations. "Didn't you uh, use to have a guy for this kind of stuff?"

Again, the mayor offers no delay in his response, likely because he's been aggressively chewing over it this whole time. "You bet your half-cooked rice-a-roni I did!" he snaps. "And I paid good money for a license to carry him too! Turns out the joke is on me though, I let him get into the candy—now he's off traveling the world like a hotshot! That leaves me one manager short of a snappy campaign, I thought your little agency would be up to the task—but now I'm beginning to see that was a mistake. Are you seriously the only free guy they could send?"

A) "Hey, I'm trying my hardest over here!"
B) "My, uh, coworkers are kind of busy at the moment, so yeah.."
C) "With all due respect mister mayor I came here expecting heavy lifting, not heavy thinking."
D) "I just don't get why so many of these have to be about your opponent.."

>>609467
C

>>609467
C.

>>609467
C

>>609467
C

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>>609467
"Uh.. With all due respect mister mayor, I came here expecting heavy lifting, not heavy thinking."

"Oh no, don't worry," the mayor flippantly reassures. "There'll be plenty of lifting to do later. You see, new mascot: I've enlisted the aid of the city's best non-immigrant laborers to work on a special promotional project to be unveiled at my next campaign rally!"

"Oh? That's news to me.. buuuuuuuuuuuuut.. what does it have to do with me?"

"Only EVERYTHING! Why, you're pretty much the keys to the ignition! The project is being constructed in pieces by a certified team of electricians to be shipped and assembled on-site, like a model car or something—it's cheaper this way. You'll be in charge of transporting the pieces from point A to point B. Don't worry about actually assembling the structure, that's what my actual-immigrant laborers are for."

A) "You can count on me!... I think!"
B) "I'm, uh, still getting paid for this right?"
C) "Structure? Electricians? What the heck is this?"
D) "You seem pretty anxious about winning, mayor. Polls not looking so hot?"

>>611483
C.

>>611483
C.

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>>611483
"Structure? Electricians? What the hell are you even planning faggo——E-ER, I mean, uh, sir?"

"Good question, new mascot! A little more verbose respect and diligence and I may just consider letting you ask another! But no, really—it's nothing to concern yourself with, nothing to prattle over!"

"Huh? But—"

"You said you wanted to do be the heavy lifter and not the heavy thinker, didn't you? Lifters don't think, they don't ask questions, they just do. Thinkers ask questions, that's why they're called thinkers, they ask questions that really make them think. You've changed your profession and thus can no longer ask questions. See how the system works? This is just a sneak preview of my social hierarchy that'll be instated the moment I get sworn into office proper!"

"Uh-huh.. It's a little flawed tee bee aych."

"All politics are flawed, new mascot! That's the whole idea, try to catch up! Now—if you'll excuse me, I've got quantum oodles of paperwork to file in order to finalize preparations for the structure, flimsy authorizations for rolling blackouts and whatnot—you just keep working on those zingers! I'll be needing them for my opening speech at the rally.."

A) "..Rolling blackouts?"
B) "But I can't think of any! I'm an improv guy not an actually-preps-his-material guy!"
C) "It seems like your campaign is more 'why you shouldn't vote for your opponent' than 'why you should vote for me'."
D) "So I'm a weight-lifting mascot with the duties of a campaign manager... okay."

>>613075
A.

>>613075
A

>>613075
C

A

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>>613075
You're about to return to the grueling task of haplessly penning down the mayor's comedy stylings when a revelation-in-hindsight smacks you upside the head. "Wait a minute..Rolling blackouts?"

The mayor nods as if it were common sense, not even looking up from his paperwork. "Where did you think all this electricity was coming from, new mascot? Thin air? That's a poor assessment of energy conversion."

"If you must know.. I'm one signature and a mound of paperwork away from confirming a request for temporary divergence of the town's power supply during the rally. If all goes to according to keikaku, our plants should be able to briefly redirect all energy to my big damn effigy—at the cost of a few intentional citywide blackouts to keep them from being pressured to the point of spontaneous combustion—It's gonna need a BOATLOAD of watts to light it up!"

A) "That sounds really, really, really unsafe."
B) "That sounds totally unethical and incredibly dubious but I'm in no position to call shots so I'll just pretend I didn't hear any of it!"
C) "Don't you think you're going a bit overboard, sir?"
D) "And if all doesn't go according to keikaku..?"

>>613842
D.

>>613842
D

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>>613842
"And if all doesn't go according to keikaku..?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amNvDULdNk8
"In which case we all die a fiery death whilst wallowing in our own filth.."

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—"

"But it will have been a pretty S W E E T campaign! . . . . . . up until that point!"

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>>614013
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nC5UTKraO8U
>[MEANWHILE, AT THE LOOKER BUREAU. . . . .]

"You say your boyfriend has gone missing? I see.. Pardon me if this comes across as personal, but this is a serious assertion—on what basis do you make this claim?"

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>>614092
"He hasn't called me in weeks—no no—DAYS! DAYS!! H-He always calls.. he always does! I-I tried calling.. b-but he won't answer! Th-There's no reason, n-no excuse for forgetting!!! He knows what he should be doing! a-ahaha..."

A) Attempt to calm her down, she's clearly bananas.
B) Suggest that he isn't missing, but rather.. no longer interested.
C) Accept and agree with her logic, he's definitely a goner.

>>614106
A

>>614106
A

A
Better play it safe.For now"

>>614106
A.
Is it finally time?

>>614109
>>614185
Uh, I hope you're just qualifying and not voting twice.

>>614223
Sorry,kinda my first time visiting /qst/, so I didn't notice I had an ID

>>614106
A.

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>>614109
>>614185
>>614223
>>614241
I'll just pretend that didn't happen.

>>614106
Serena rubs her arm, her hand clearly forced into an awkward position. You're busy doing the mayor's bidding and Emma and Mimi are out running errands, so she's left to hold down the bureau and in addition—consult clientele.

"Ah.."

Not exactly an easy (or uplifting) task if said clientele turns out to be quite.. unhinged. There isn't anybody else in the building but the two of them, and she seems quite insistent on pushing her tunnel-vision narrative. Responding unwisely could result in.. unwise decisions.

"M-Miss 'Lily'.. you said your name was?" Serena breathes, attempting to maintain some semblance of trademark tranquility in front of the girl. "I'd.. ah.. like to ask that you calm yourself, please. If you are indeed certain that he's vanished, then I'm sure the Looker Bureau will be able to relocate him. Does that sound alright with you?"

"..ahahaha..hahahaha.. I-It... it just makes me so....s-so MAD! I-If he's gone... if he's missing.. t-then why? D-Did he leave on his own? On his own accord? Why would he do that...? Was it an accident? Is he lost? HURT somewhere? O-Or...aha...d...did somebody.....SOMEBODY TAKE HIM!??!"

>Serena..
A) assures her that there must be a logical explanation for his disappearance.
B) acknowledges that they've met before.
C) asks her to describe her boyfriend in detail to make a sketch of him.

>>614379
C. This should be good.

>>614379
C.

>>614379
C
Voltorbs?
Shit man, that's beyond even /d/ tier.
saved

>>614379
Ignoring fan expectation is there a region you'd like to play with besides unova/kalos.

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>>614476
Can't answer that.

>>614379
"Perhaps—ah—but perhaps not! I-It would be wise of us not to jump to any immediate conclusions.. Don't you think?"

Teetering on the edge of a total meltdown, seething air through the slits of her pearly, pearly whites—Lily raises her arm and... promptly lowers it to ease her temples. "...m-maybe you're right..." she mumbles, breathing heavily, staring at the ground. "I-I shouldn't assume.. shouldn't assume.. shouldn't assume... m-maybe I am overreacting...."

Then, with a twitch, she snaps her head up and cries, twintails standing on-end. "BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE SHOULDN'T LOOK ANYWAY!... ahaha~...."

And in response Serena hastily snaps back, her own sanity at stake. "Y-Yes! Yes, you're right! T-Truly!" she cries, rushing to grab a pencil and paper. "I-I can assure you we'll start looking for him right away! B-But, ah, we'll need a description of his appearance first, do you think you can provide one?"

"Ahaha... A description? Sure!~ I can do that, ehehe!~" she cheers, her mood swinging without pause. "He's the cutest and most adorable boy ever and he smells like fresh water and coconuts and he's brave and strong and sweet and funny and cute and handsome and he has the most precious smile and I l o v e h i m a n d h e l o v e s m e ~"

Lily lets her emotions overwhelm her and succumbs to an unhealthy air of lovesickness, her blank expressions deluged with ones of fervent lust and unstable passion. She crosses her legs as tight as she can and grasps at her flushed cheeks with clammy hands, giggling as if a sordid fantasy were unraveling in her head.

Serena clutches her pencil but can't exactly bring herself to sketch anything with.. that going on. Only when her nose starts bleeding does she decide to intervene. "Miss Lily..?"

"ehehehehehehe~~~~~"

"I'm, er, afraid I need something a little more.. specific."

Barely paying attention, she mumbles something in-between giggles. "Paaaaalm treeeeeeheeheehee~~~~"

>>614627
Why is she so best?

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>>614627
"Um, alright.. I'll see what I can accomplish with that."

While Lily continues to.... indulge herself, Serena begins sketching a quick portrait of her beloved with what few details she could piece together from the donut girl's rambling. "...palm tree...... coconuts.....handsome.... precious smile......"

The end result is.. less-than-accurate.

"I... oh my.."

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>>615216
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amNvDULdNk8

"Is this what he looks like?"

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>>615233
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcYxIJK7abQ

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>>615250
". . . Shall I take that as a 'no'?"

A) R.I.P your wife
B) Enter the bureau at precisely this moment.

>>615271
A.

>>615271
B

>>615271
B. Prompt as always.

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>>615271
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Am_Ljw1SmU
"Honey, I'm home-osexual!" you announce as you enter the bureau, much to the applause of an invisible crowd.

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>>616673
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBN6orFSGCE
Of course, all the stock sitcom applause in the world can't prepare you for the sight you unintentionally stumble upon: Your wife pinned to the ground with another girl towering over her.

A) "Oh man, did I come at the wrong time?"
B) "Wew, you didn't tell me you had company over, bae!"
C) "Huh. Guess I'm not the only homo in the room."
D) "It.. It's finally happened... I've become Anthony Burch........"
E) "Hey, I thought you said you weren't into the threesome idea!"

>>616824
E.

Hey guys, remember when you turned down a threesie with Rosa and Yancy? Good times.And by that I mean what the fuck were you thinking.

>>616824
E.

>>616824
E for comical effect

>>616858
knowing Nate approach to storytelling, I'd say that was death trap.
One of those "attack Russia in winter" traps

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>>616824
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYVO5bUFww0
"Heeeeey.... Wait a gosh darn minute.... I thought you said you weren't into the threesome idea! And who the hell is that laughing?"

"Yes, because that's.. truly what's being construed here.."

"ahahahahahahaha.... Ohhhhh~~hohohohohohoho~~~a boy in blue clothes~.... reminds me too much of MY boy in blue clothes!!"

A) "Geeeeez, I leave for like half of day and you let the crazies take over the bureau."
B) "I assure you ma'am, you're defs mistaking me for somebody else. I clearly have a better design."
C) "The threesome I get, what I don't get are the ropes and knives, Kinky Thursday usually isn't until... Thursday."

>>618284
A.

>>618284
>C
Let the comedy play out.

>>618284
C.

A

>>618284
C

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>>618284
"Hm.. The threesome part I get, what I don't get are the ropes and knives, Kinky Thursday usually isn't until... Thursday."

"Shouldn't the fact that it is not Thursday tell you that something is wrong then?"

"Huh. Good point! So we're doing Kinky Saturday now? I'm totally down for that! Though maybe we should move it to Sunday, something about busting nuts on the sabbath is strangely arousing.."

"It's amazing how your presence alone can suck the severity out of any situation, butterfingers.."

"...eheheheheheheheheheee~~..."

A) "Severity? Look at her! She wouldn't harm a fly!"
B) "You mean this isn't for kinks? This isn't a sitcom misunderstanding? This is for real?! Why didn't you say so?!"
C) "There's going to be some SUCC alright. HashtagKinkySaturday!"

>>618908
>C
Obviously we are reading this correctly.

>>618908
C

>>618908
C.

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>>618908
"There's going to be some SUCC alright." you say, hands squeezing cupfuls of air. "HashtagKinkySaturday!"

This supposed newly-christened sexy fun time holiday is off to a moderately promising start, but reality briskly butts in before it can get off the ground in the form of another ill-timed entry.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Am_Ljw1SmU
"Nyaaa nyaaaaaa!"

"Hi guys! I'm back with the Top Ram—.............................en....."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amNvDULdNk8
Not exactly the best scene to be caught up in.

A) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=897e_3srmbs
B) Emma casually chastises you for taking requests from the deranged.
C) "So about that ramen.."
D) "Leaving Serena in charge of home base, am I right?"

>>619606
>C

>>619606
C

>>619606
A.
No party whistle today it seems.

>>619606
C. This is important.

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>>619606
"So about that ramen.. Why the hell did you buy Top Ramen when I asked for Maruchan!?!"

The cute 'n caramel former-hobo blinks twice before deducing that you're about as lost as she is, and turns to Serena for contextual enlightenment, whereupon she summarizes the past ten minutes as best she can.

"Suppose I may have triggered a client.." she laments while entangled in binds.

"Triggered?" says Lily. "W-Who's triggered? Who? N-Not me.. nope, n-not triggered at all eventhoughyouCOMPAREDmyboyfriendtoaTREEaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

This is when it starts to hit you that maybe Kinky Saturday isn't exactly what your wife had in mind when she was haphazardly forced into this scenario. "..................................................................oh fuck."

But before you can act, Emma reaches the same conclusion and walks past you, rolling up her sleeves. "Calem, grab her legs! I'll get her donuts!—Mimi!......start boiling the noodles!"

"Nyaaa nyaaaaaaa!"

What follows is about as much as you can expect. Just minus the party horns and unmistakable smell of spunk and shame.

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>>620553
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amNvDULdNk8

Lily is humanely tied up and gagged in more than one orifice with instant noodles.

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>>620571
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBqJnrkjIf0
"Hm~ hmm~ hmmm~ hm~ hm~ hmm~ hmmmmmmmmm~~~"

Lily has the gall to hum and giggle as she daintily hangs from the ceiling fan in a cocoon of noodles (the most foolproof place to keep her, according to Emma). The wet, slippery, unseasoned pasta also seem to be acting as some sort-of sedative aphrodisiac, so her cray-cray has been more or less subdued.

"Nyaaaa nyaaa.."

Mimi is bitter that her lunch break had to be sacrificed to clear up this little misunderstanding, and drowns her sorrows in the small packet of seasoning that came with it.

"She came in here earlier today crying, claiming that her boyfriend had gone missing," Serena says, free of her binds and recollecting her memory. "... on the basis that he had neglected to call her for a few days."

"So she's not kinky.. just kooky?.. Or both?"

"She looks more like someone who causes disappearances, not someone who gets affected by them!"

"My sentiments—that I intentionally left unsaid—exactly.. She seems obsessively attached to this steady of hers, to the point of targeting anyone that either comes between them or challenges her excessively narrow-minded agenda."

"But hey, she likes noodles!"

"Hmph... Those were my noodles...... So um.. I haven't really dealt with crazies before... What do you think we should do with her?"

A) Kick her to the curb, psycho bitch!
B) Keep her cocooned, box her, and ship her the worst, most horrible, most depressing, most abominable place you could possibly think of that accepts postage. And hope she never comes back.
C) Could anything bad really happen if you at least tell her you'll keep an eye out for him?
D) Just... leave her there. Leave her hanging there. She'll make a nice ornament. Deal with it next chapter, or something. Too much pressure. Maybe she'll become a Butterfree.

>>621919
D
>B
>actually wanting to send someone to Cleveland
Too far.

>>621919
C.
She may be crazy, but she's protagonist crazy.

>>621919
B desu

>>621919
C. Tempting fate is nothing new around here.

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>>621919
"No worries, chief-o! I've got this!" you reassure the ladies and step forward, confronting the noodle'd psychopath. "Hey!" you call to her. "Let me be the first to say that I'm sorry we had to do... this to you, we try not to prioritize harassing clients."

"Mmmph! Mmmmrmmmph!"

"Yes, and a hearty 'mrrrrrmmmph' to you too! Now, we here at the Looker Bureau have a saying: 'We Shall Never Deny A Guest, Even The Most Ridiculous Request!'"

Emma, the head detective mind you, leans toward Serena. "Wait, do we?"

"Butterfingers isn't particularly subtle when it comes to lifting material for his own benefit, I'm afraid."

You prod Lily's noodly cocoon with your finger, slightly swaying her. "If your hubby's really missing and it's not just some delusional fever dream you're having, I promise we here at the bureau will keep an eye out for him! Is that comprende?"

You've never seen more vigorous nodding.

A) "If I let you free, are you gonna promise to behave yourself?"
B) "Blood's not rushing to your head, is it? Sheesh, hold up, let me remove the mouth gag.."
C) "Alright, we have a deal! You hang tight and be ready to pay up if and when we ever run into him."

>>623391
A. It needs to be a pinky promise.

>>623391
C

>>623391
A.

>>623391
C

>>623391
A

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>>623391
"If I let you free, are you gonna promise to behave yourself?"

More vigorous nodding ensues. . . . but after some stark thinking, it is quickly retracted and swapped for vigorous head shaking. It's nice to know that she at least has the mental capability to be honest.. or indecisive. Whichever one makes more sense here.

"Uhhh-huuuuuuh...."

>'My heroic sixth sense tells me this boyfriend of hers was responsible for keeping her in check, swatting her hand, telling her right from wrong and all that noise..'

>'Even she knows she's a menace to society without him..'

>'Do I really have it in me to set her fre—?'

"Welp! That's all the confirmation I needed, I'll get you down now!"

>'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I blurted out a decision before I even finished thinking about it—again!'

With the aid of plastic butter knives, Lily is freed from her pasta prison. She hits the ground with a loud THUD, covered in instant noodles. "Aaaaaaahhhhhnnn~... ehehehehehe~"

A) "Uh, you okay?"
B) "Let this be a lesson to you, ma'am: Don't trick me with empty promises and false sexual pretenses when there are noodles lying around!"
C) "Know your place, dame. You're not main girl anymore."

>>625116
A

>>625116
C

>>625116
B.
Counter crazy with crazy?

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>>625116
The tie was randomized.
"Let this be a lesson to you, ma'am: Don't trick me with empty promises and false sexual pretenses when there are noodles lying around!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amNvDULdNk8
"Um, what kind of lesson is that supposed to be?"

"One you can't find on public access."

Now, you say 'lesson', but Lily seems to be taking it as more of a 'game', something to derive sick amusement from. "ehehehehehehe~~noodlenoodlenoodlenoodlenoodlenoodlenoodlenoodlenoodlenoodlenoodlenoodlenoodlenoodlenoodle~" she giggles while rolling on the floor. Just as you begin to question whether the sedative noodles have had too big of an effect on her, she jumps to her feet and latches to your side like a leech.

"Uhhhhh... hi?"

Her nose twitches, and without warning, she begins vehemently sniffing you. "Huff huff, huff huff..."

"W-What the?! Gah! Step off, lady! I'm not interested!"

"You......... Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You...... smell just like him...." she murmurs. "O-Or at least... y-you have the same vibe... I... I find that veeeeeeery interesting..."

A) "All boys smell alike! We're stinky and sweaty and have tiny pig-in-a-blanket shota dicks! Don't you know that?!"
B) "Maybe we use the same shampoo?"
C) "Don't you think it's very contradictory to be smelling other guys? I wonder what he would think."
D) "Great. Get your fill of it and then make like a split and banana!"

>>625986
A

>>625986
C

>>625986
C

>>625986
A.

>>625986
C

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>>625986
I didn't even think to check /qst/ since you just finished a marathon, and you're already back at it, TY based nate

C

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>>625986
"Hrm? Don't you think it's kind of con·tra·dic·tor·y to be smelling other guys? I wonder what he would think.."

For what it's worth, you intend for that remark to come across as more of a jape than a genuine oversight she should be concerned about, but women are women and she doesn't quite look at it in the same light.

"A-Ah!? Wh-Wha? N-No.. that's not... I-I..Iiiiiiiiii was....... I was just......."

>'Other guy...'

>'Other guy.....'

>'OTHER GUY.....'

"Other guy..... other guy...... other guy........... sorry, I've got a bad speech impediment."

~

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTsQWpUnEek
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NO WAIT Y-Y-YOU'RE RIGHT! YOU'RE RIGHTYOU'RE RIGHTYOU'RE RIGHTYOU'RE RIGHT!!"

Lily shoves you away in bitter disgust with a superhuman force you didn't even know she had, literally sHaKiNg. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! N-No.. Nonononononononono!! W-What the HELL am I doing?!?!?!?!? W-What WOULD he think!? W-What would HE... h-he.... he.. G-Get away from me!"

"You can't say that after you've already shoved me!"

"Shut up shut up SHUT UP!!! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M REPULSED?!?!?!?! I JUST UNCONSCIOUSLY WENT AGAINST MY OWN THOUGHT PROCESS!!!! W-Why?! Why would you do that to me, brain?!!?"

"Y-You have the same vibes.. b-b-b-but you're not him.. you're NOT... y-you're not even anywhere near as cute.... b-b-b-but still... m-my mind... my mind was so THIRSTY it wanted to believe that you were!!..... b-because it's been so long since I last...............a-and now.... I-I did that.... I.....I"

"I'VE TRESPASSED MY OWN MORAAAAALITY!!!"

A) "Nowhere near as cute... Hey! RUDE!"
B) "W-Woahwoahwoooah! Calm down! I-I was just kidding! I didn't mean it!"
C) "You sure you didn't already do that when you tied up my waifu?"
D) Attempt to put your hands on her shoulders.

>>628640
D.

>>628640
D

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>>628640
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"AND SO—twas at this point in the story did our hapless hero come across the poignant realization that maybe, just maybe, this woman is unresponsive to conventional means of conflict mediation, ironic given the purpose of the bureau."

"She was in fact—a harbinger of doom and despair operating on a different level! Some would say from a bygone age.."

"ALAS—do not SHED TEARS for him, for this was a discovery which prompted him to trespass upon a moral boundary of his very own!—FOR IF HE AND THE PALM TREE WERE OF SIMILAR KIN, then perhaps he too had some innate ability to quell her frenzies, in addition to triggering them."

"Our hero marched forward, and with a deep breath, placed his unwashed butterfingers on her shoulders in an attempt to steady and subdue the lunatic...."

. . .

. . .

. . .

"I was told the other day my contract as narrator wasn't going to be renewed.."

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>>628924
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—I WON'T LET YOU TEMPT ME ANY MORE! YOU'RE. NOT. HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMM!!!"

"W-Wha? I-I was just trying t—W-WAIT, NO! GAAAAAAAAAAAH HOLY CRA—!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfMwcMFE7gc
False alarm. Though you may be cut from the same cloth as him, you are not her coconut butter by any stretch of imagination. But look on the bright side, this attempt at humanity earns you an all-expense paid trip into the ceiling—headfirst

Lily is very strong. And quick to break promises. That's two things you've learned today.

With you out of the picture and her shoulders unbuttered, Lily frantically darts around for a source of redemption. "I-I've gotta make it up to him! M-Make it up to him, m-make it all right, p-p-p-prove how faithful I am! I-I.. I just have to! Th-There's no other way! H-He'd never forgive me.. W-Well he would, he's so sweet and understanding—but I'd NEVER forgive MYSELF!"

"I've got to find him myself!! Y-Yeah, that's it! F-Forget about law enforcement! I-I can't rely on others to do what I want! B-B-Because THEN they'll just get in the way!!! Y-Yeah.. Th-This is something I have to do.. Something I have to prove!! Nobody else can do it! I've won the Bowl, n-now I have to show I DESERVE it!!"

An odd conclusion to reach and an even odder declaration of love, to say the least, but it leads to this little gem of a line, if nothing else:

"Your bureau is for squares—but I do love your decor, ehehehe!~—SQUARES!! And your cat smells funny!"

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>>629792
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQIXUnRyy2k
And so, between the one opened and one unopened window in the bureau, Lily jumps out the unopened one and nearly trips over her own footing.

"I'M GONNA FIND YOU! I'M GONNA FIND YOU AND WE'RE GONNA MARRY AND HAVE A MILLION BABIES AND WE'RE GOING TO NAME ONE OF THEM NATALIE AND SHE'LL BE CUTEST LITTLE BUBBLY BUNDLE OF JOY EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!"

. . .

. . .

. . .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amNvDULdNk8
"Okay, so that was a total misfire." you say, dangling from the ceiling, mouth full of that chalky, popcorn-y looking shit that doesn't taste like popcorn at all.

"Um.. She.. broke a window..

"Nyaaaaaa nyaa!" Mimi hisses, for she thinks she smells just fine.

"Calem..?" Serena calls, a gentle finger prodding your leg. "She... She threw you into the ceiling."

"Yeah, I kind of realized that when I was greeted with all the Rattata feces."

A) "Also on that note, we need to call an exterminator."
B) "So she told us to fuck off.. when she was the one who came to us for help."
C) "Emma, can we outlaw crazies from now on? Like, they can still come in here, but we turn them away when they do?"
D) "Honestly, I'm scared for the boyfriend now."
E) "Welp, there's someone to keep an eye on. Next twenty appointments, please!"

>>629820
E. Take it in stride.

>>629820
D.
She totally digs us.

>>629820
A
That shit's nasty, yo.

>>629820
C

Now one of you goofs just need to vote B and we're even.

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>>629820
The tie was randomized.
"Welp, there's someone to keep a close eye on, hopefully she doesn't do anything antagonist-y within the next few days—Next twenty appointments, please!"

"Calem, we have triple that number lined-up for the remainder of the day.. That and.. you don't actually intend to communicate with them all while stuck up there, do you?"

"What? Is that, like, bad for business or something?"

"It's rather unprofessional, yes."

"I thought it would be a neat novelty! Just think! They'd call me.. the Popcorn-Ceiling Peacekeeper——C A P T A I N P L E I A D E S ! ! ! Dun dun duuuuuuunnn!! And then fireworks would shoot out, accompanied by a wicked stock guitar solo—he's so cool! some little kid'll say, no one's ever seen his face, his grandpa will tell him, 'cause he's spent his whole life lodged in a ceiling!"

". . . Are you ready to come down, love?"

"The rodent shit smells and I'm about to blow chunks, so I'll take you up on that offer, yes. Don't yank my legs, though!"

"Emma, if you could lend me a hand."

"Okey-dokey! You grab this leg and I'll grab this one!"

"W-Wa-Wait! WAIT! Did either of you listen!? I said DON'T YA—"

Gaping Ceiling Hole/Portal-to-Rattata-Shitstained-Crawlspace-Hell has been added to your debt collection.

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>>630790
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"Byee! Thank you so much for coming!! Please come back soon if you ever have any other burdens to unload on us! The Looker Bureau will have your back! Oh, and tell your friends! And like and follow us on all the social networking thingies! Instagram, yes ma'am!"

"Nyaa nyaaaaaa!"

"Pheeeww, that's the last one for today, Mimi! I'm so happy we were able to help him come up with a jingle!"

"Nyaaaspurrr!"

"~Everyone loves kitty cats and everyone loves cash~"
"~Send us all your cat Poke~mon and we'll send you some cash~"

"Give us all your cats, give us aaaall your cats~"
"We only ask that you don't question why we want your ugly cats!"

"We don't want to burn you down, we won't kill your cat~"
"We swear we're not gonna blow up the maaaaaall with your fucking cat!"

"Boy, what a weird service that must be, huh Mimi?"

"Nyaa, nyaaa!"

"Calem and Serena sure hit the sack early, too.. They both worked awfully hard today, maybe even harder than we did, Mimi!"

"Nyanyanyanyaaa!"

"Hm.. I've saved up a teensy bit, maybe I oughta do something for them.."

"Nyaaaa??"

"Yup! That way, we'll be motivated to work twice as hard! Mr. Looker won't just be proud of us, he'll be super duper proud!"

"Nyaaaaaspurrrr!"

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>>633868
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSfQrWXD94A
[Upstairs . . .]
"Miring in your own foggy, self-rumination again?"

'Sleeping' is something of an overstatement.

You peer a single eye open.

"How did you know I was awake?"

"Mm.." there's a slight shift in position and a humble moan before she responds. "Your heartbeat becomes erratic whenever you're thinking about something intently. It's both noticeable.. and intrusive."

"... Are you saying I should stop using my brain?"

"If only when I need to rest.. besides that, you always act upon impulse. Ergo, one might say that I am the mind, and you are the might—our synchrony is built on that, and... ahem... it's why we go so well together."

A) "I'm the doer? Funny, you're not the first person to tell me that."
B) "What if sometimes.. I want to be the mind?"
C) "I thought it was because blue and red go well together? You know color theory, blah blah blah?"
D) "I have a quarter-half gain, that's hardly what I'd call might."

>>633978
C.

>>633978
A.

>>633978
A

>>633978
A

>>633978
B

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>>633978
Your admission into the Looker Bureau results in it becoming a temporary sort-of lodging for you (with the second floor renovated to house proper accommodations), ironic considering you had very recently come to terms with coming home and reconciling with your mother. She takes the bombshell well—flippantly like most things—just as long as you make certain to visit her at least once every week and never forget that she exists again, a promise that you've upheld to this day. At least you're working instead of lounging around and using your Champion status as an excuse to be an idle, inactive piece of shit.

Come to think of it, with work literally one floor below you, you probably have the shortest commute in the history of commutes now. There's no trophy for it, but it's a nice novelty to have.

"I'm the doer? Funny, you're not the first person to tell me that."

"What's that now?"

It wasn't what you had your mind on, but she was bound to find out sooner or later, so you figure you might as well tell her now (with any luck she'll be just as critical of it as you are).

"Earlier today, when I was with the mayor.." you begin, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"You finally came to the conclusion that he was a bumbling buffoon with an ego complex and a unscrupulous agenda?"

A) "How did you know?"
B) "What? No, he's great!.... ish,,,. a little."
C) "He told me he doesn't like the word 'agenda', he prefers 'priorities'."
D) "Unscrupulous is a strong word.. I'd say self-centered."

>>634578
D

>>634578
D

>>634578
D

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>>634578
"Unscrupulous is a strooooong word.. I'd go with self-centered. Very self-centered."

"Not unlike all other politicians.. So what did he request of you?"

"Just that I'd be his simple-minded heavy lifter for tomorrow—and stay quiet and look pretty and don't ask questions—he's holding this big damn rally where he's going to unveil this big damn... something-something, and I'm supposed to haul it there in pieces so scruffy, middle-aged men who don't speak Kalosian can assemble and wire it for two quarter-half sips of watered down diet Dr. Pepper per hour."

"Assemble and wire a.. something-something?"

"Yeah! And uh, eff-why-eye, it might cause a few mandatory blackouts here and there, but beyooooond that it's just like you said, I'd be the doer, and he'd be the thinker. The difference is that I get paid for it, and in exchange he gets.. a signal boost in the polls, I guess. Politics are weird."

"Weird indeed.. Promise me you'll keep an eye on him. I doubt he deliberately wants to cause trouble, but I don't doubt that he's capable of it unconsciously."

"Blehhhh, whatever you say! I'll keep him in line, I mean, I'm practically the face of his campaign at this point—anything bad he does reflects on me, and I've already been trying my hardest to ranch up my street cred."

"Then this will be the perfect opportunity to show everyone the kind of person that the Champion is. Keep him in a favorable light, and everyone will see you just as favorably. Perhaps moreso if you succeed in... ech.. actually keeping him in office."

"God.. Y-You're right! That makes perfect sense! All I have to do is be the best damned accurately-aged substitute campaign mascot from Vaniville Town there ever was, and then, when people see me walking down the street, they'll be like 'who's that cool dude?' and someone else will answer 'that's the champion who got the mayor elected! P.S. the public consensus is that we don't hate him anymore, so let's dance and cheer!'"

"'Ohhhhhhh macarena, ohhhhhhhh macarena macarena macarena macarenaaaa!!'"

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>>635503
". . . You truly think the people of a Kalosian region are going to crowd around you and sing a Lentimian folk song upon realizing you aren't the worst person in the world?"

A) "......... Yes."
B) "No, I think the people of a Kalosian region are going to crowd around us and sing a Lentimian folk song after realizing that I'm not the worst person in the world—you'd be my dance buddy."
C) "What's wrong with a little culture? It's 2016, Lentimians are stunning and brave, get over it."
D) "I'll be so beloved they'll be chanting a harmony that didn't even originate from their culture..."

>>635525
B

>>635525
B.

>>635525
B

>>635525
B for cute

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>>635525
"No, I think the people of a Kalosian region are going to crowd around us and sing a Lentimian folk song after realizing that I'm not the worst person in the world—you'd be my dance buddy! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh macaren—!"

Before you can finish the next verse, she presses a finger to your lip and stiffly shuts you up.

"The last time we danced together, you assaulted an affluent duke, assumed his identity, and attempted to serenade me as a 'cool dude' under the incredibly feeble assumption that I would not immediately piece together who you really were seeing as you had failed to both disguise your face, voice, and the fact that you had known my name without me having told you first."

"I suppose my point is that whenever we dance, it never ends well. Also, on that note, you cannot dance."

A) "Oh come on, that was ages ago, it was a one-time incident! We're probably never going to see that duke guy again!........... ever!"
B) "Funny, you knew it was me, and yet you still let me style on you."
C) "You said I was an excellent kisser though. I've NEVER forgotten that."
D) "Good thing I have an instructor right in front of me amirite, honk honk!"

>>636876
C

>>636876
C for more cute

>>636876
C.

>>636876
C, it's been a while since we've had deer filling fluff

>>636876
C
also what was Parfum Palace

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>>636876
"You said I was an excellent kisser though. I've NEVER forgotten that."

You don't even know where this discussion is heading (funny how most of your midnight chats with her end up falling into this territory), but if she's going to pull the memory card, so can you.

"Hm..~ You know, come to think of it, neither have I."

"H-Huh?"

Your attempts to psych her out woefully fall flat, and if anything, give her the upper-hand.

"Fufufu. I've never denied having made those claims," she hums while shifting to meet your gaze. "Nor have I retracted them, and though my memory does not fail me.. I wouldn't be against a refresher.."

"W-Whah?!"

"I would ask if you were interested in defending your title, but that would imply that you have a say in the matter."

"Wa-Wait! M-Muh-My party horns aren't ready! I—"

"Let's hold hands until we're both soaking in our own perspiration."

"Th-That isn't a thing!!—kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"

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>>638120
>last spoiler

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>>638120
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amNvDULdNk8
You are predictably m i l k e d of all your stamina by the time the morn arrives.

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>>638144
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"Hey hey hey, HELLO! EARTH TO HIRED GUN!!"

"H-Huh?! W-Wha—I-I didn't have my hand down my pants again!"

"What? No! You fell asleep again!, new mascot! Arise, chicken, arise!"

[ROAD TO THE RALLY — NORTH BOULEVARD, LUMIOSE CITY]

As it turns out, indulging in the purity of love and meme filling comes at a painstaking price. You awake the next morning a hungover mess, and that drained state of mind feeds directly into your performance and work output for the day's agenda, more precisely—kissing ass to Mayor Phantrump.

"U-Uuungh.. S-Sorry, sir!" you breathe, lugging behind you a massive pallet loaded with the pieces of the mayor's big damn something-something, all hastily covered with tarp. "I didn't get much sleep last night.. I was too busy dancing.."

"I'll say! You look like a mess! Your eyes are bloodshot and glued shut by eyeboogers, your hair is matted and sticking out all over the place, you're sweaty, and you smell like Rattata turds!!"

A) "That last one is from an unrelated incident."
B) "S-Sorry, sir! I promise I'll shape up before your big moment!"
C) "Look at the bright side, now I make you look good by comparison!"

>>638272
C

>>638272
C
also
new Calemson family member when

>>638272
A.

>>638272
C.

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>>638378
>Forgetting about alice

>>639107
Who?

>>639107
Speaking of [REDACTED], would anyone happen to have the picture Drawcunt made of her hugging a Skiddo?

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>>639636

>>639642
Thanks, Nate.

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>>638272
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eauvZ2X2a3s
Serena said to keep a spicy eye on the mayor (well, she didn't say 'spicy' but spicy is your favorite adjective so what the hell) in case he does anything that could potentially spell doom for the very people he's attempting to win over, and so far... he seems to be.. behaving.. Nothing out of control, pompously outrageous, or politically incorrect yet, but you know better than to count your Torchics before they hatch. Keep in mind he hasn't even gotten on-stage yet.

Not to mention this big damn... whatever-it-is you're tiredly tugging down the road. You had to follow Phantrump all the way to a seedy, out-of-the-way, seemingly abandoned warehouse in the worse-than-Cleveland-and-Detroit-and-Tucson-put-together part of town just to acquire it (apparently it used to be own by Hasbro—back when they thought Yokai Watch was going to be the next big thing).

Due to being no more than a low-level cog in the machine, you were barred from getting a substantial view of the secret project, instead only seizing quick glimpses before it was covered up that you've already forgotten about because you were too busy thinking of your wife's tight petite little rump last night.

Thinking back, the electricians you met at the warehouse seemed as weary and worn out as you are now. This of course can only mean that they worked relentlessly throughout the night to complete the project in time. Slaving away quickly, swiftly, and roughly enough to match the fervent, undiluted salaciousness of two teenagers in sweaty hand-holding heat. The only difference is that rushing in their case means no troubleshooting, which in turns means: everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

There's no way it can be anything but bad news, but it's not like you can just tell him that. There's no way he'd listen. You're just a lifter, after all. Not a thinker. All you have to do is shimmy this thing down to the rally so grossly-underpaid illegals can piece it together in time for the show.

Come to think of it, you can't tell him much of anything without getting snark in return, so for this one instance, you instead opt for some flattery.

"Look on the bright side, now I make you look good by comparison!"

"What are you talking about? That's ALL the time! Dohohohohoho~"

. . .

There's a part of you that wants him to win, and then there's an ugly, slowly festering, objectively correct part of you that wants him to flop hard.

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>>640040
"HEY! I see that doubtful, contemplative look on your face! You're not subconsciously harboring the desire to see me FAIL, are you!?"

"H-Huh!? N-No, no sir! You're imagining things!"

"What's that?" the stump snaps. "Do you W A N T to see Quillary in office, new mascot? Do you!? Listen, I understand I may have a fair share of ignorant, stubborn detractors that are incapable of stopping for five minutes to do basic politician research, but do you have any idea just how much WORSE Quillary is than me?"

A) "I'm just a cog sir, I'm not paid to think, remember?"
B) "Not really, no. But that's only because she isn't relevant to the plotline yet, and thus of no higher importance to me than a scribbly-figment of my own imagination."
C) "A big chunk of your campaign is why she's bad instead of why you're good, so uh-huh, you could say I got a biased view of the situation."
D) "So what you're saying is: This is basically a race between the lesser of two evils."

>>640699
A.

>>640699
B

>>640699
A.

>>640699
A

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>>640699
"I'm just a cog sir, I'm not paid to think, remember?"

Talk about laying a truthbomb. The mayor cocks an eyebrow but ultimately finds no fault with your AAA logic. "Huh.. I guess you're right, new mascot! You're far too inept and insipid to understand the inner-workings of the electoral process and why Quillary is the bane of our existence, so it would be pointless to try and lecture you about it. Ergoooo..."

"GO ON!" the mayor cries. "Do as you must, think whatever you want! Go ahead, throw your vote away! It's of no concern to me! You're just a sleep-deprived, layman minority who doesn't know up from down. We'll see who's laughing when I win! The people of Lumiose stand with Phantrump!."

Ignoring the fact that he just totally dunked on you, you press his buttons. "Sure about that?"

"Sure? Am I sure?! Why wouldn't I be?! I'm dominating in the polls! There isn't a thing that could dethrone me at this point except maybe... for the BLUNDER of the CENTURY! And you've been managing my campaign pretty well, so I doubt that's going to happen anytime soon, I mean, what's the worst that could happen this late into the race?"

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>>641926
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brEROnzYULo

". . . . ."

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>>641933
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>[Five Delightful Minutes Later. . . . . . .]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TC2MjL6jht8
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NEW MASCOT, WHAT THE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL IS THIS?!!?!??!?!?!??!!????!?!?!??!??!?!??!?!??!??!?!?!?"

"Uhhhhh.... The absolute worst that could happen?"

"We've arrived at the rally alright.. What you neglected to inform me was......"

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>>641963
"THAT THERE WOULD BE A QUILLARY CLINTON RALLY RIGHT ACROSS THE STREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Oh geez, you're right! Did I mix up those timeslots? Whooooooooops!"

"YOU'RE THE WORST MANAGER EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

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>>641974
"Now, now! Let's, uh, not get carried away, sir! I-I can fix this! I can fix this!"

A) Stand down! She was here first, concede to your terrible scheduling and let her have this spot!
B) You can't let that hag win! On with the poorly-managed show!

>>641995
Is there an option to skip the political commentary in my pokemon harem cyoa?
A.

>>641995
B

>>641995
B

>>641995
B

>>642036
>wanting a pokemon harem cyoa without the intense theater of modern day political events being accurately represented

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>>641995
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=okaW-YS0n9s
>YOU'RE WATCHING FOX NEWS — GOD KNOWS WHY

>PRESENTING TO YOU LIVE FROM LUMIOSE CITY IN TECHNICOLOR —— IT'S THE 2016 KINKY FRIDAY MAYORAL DEBATES! ! ! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

>Featuring defending candidate — Mayor Phantrump, who was whisked into office on account of dumb luck! Can he hope to extend his tenure by convincing the public to give him an official four year term?
>Phantrump is aided by his campaign manager, adviser, and mascot — Kalos League Champion Calem Calemson!! Calemson is notable for being the first homosexual champion to serve in our region.

"HEY!"

>Also featuring opposing candidate — Quillary Clinton! Kalos' golden ray of wrinkly sunshine — Clinton hopes to seize the vote from Phantrump, whom she firmly believes is a 'dumb little stump manlet with an inferiority complex who's going to kill us all'.
>And introducing Quillary's own adviser — FRILLARY Clinton. Frillary is reportedly the watery head of Quillary's advertising movement, which consists of airing commercials in which Phantrump is slandered for being the living embodiment of a meme. She reportedly had a stroke when told that ninety-nine percent of Kalosians and humans in general no longer watch television.

>AND FINALLY: Unannounced third-party nominee — TIERNO TIERNOINGTON and his adviser Trevor Trevorson! Their sole goal this election is reportedly to remind the audience that they still exist

>ALL THIS AND MORE ON KINKY FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY NIGHT DEBATE MOTHERFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKERRRRRRRRRRRR

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>>642504
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amNvDULdNk8
"This was the best idea you could come up with?"

"Sir, I just checked my clipboard and I'm preeeetty sure I reserved this spot before that quillfaced bitch did. If she wants to throwdown, we'll throwdown!"

"HEY CRUSH-IT CALEM!"

"Huh?"

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>>642527
"You're gonna TOTALLY looooooooooooooose! Yeah!"

>What do you say to him?

>>642531
"Your shoe laces are untied."

>>642531
Just mix up his name and Trevor's for the rest of the chapter.

>>642531
Tierno, sweetie, you're not pretty enough to be that stupid

>>642531
"I DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND WHY YOU'RE RUNNING!"

>>642531
"If by lose, you mean my own sense of moral dignity, you're absolutely correct! But on the political front, as long as you're gonna keep calling me that, I'M GONNA CRUSH IT!"

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>>642531
"If by lose, you mean my own sense of moral dignity, you're absolutely correct! But on the political front, as long as you're gonna keep calling me that, then yeah—I'M GONNA CRUSH IT!"

"You couldn't CRUSH your way out of a paper bag! AWESOME!"

Overhearing the unfurling quarrel, Trevor meekly steps away from his podium to mediate the sparks flying between you two. "U-Um, p-please excuse him, Crush-It Calem! H-He's just gone a little in over his head, he only wanted to join the race because he found out that all you needed to do to become a candidate was be able to write your name in cursive, I-I don't even mind if we win really, I just enjoy being in the spotlight again.. N-No hard feelings, right?"

>What do you say to him?

>>644706
Pinch his cute widdle cheeks and tell him everything is going to be okay.

Then suddenly realize that the candidacy stipulation means that the wife can run for office.

>>644826
This.

>>644826
So much this.

But hey, our waifu is smart and collected, she knows front seats are for puppets while real power glistens in grey eminence's eyes.
R-right?