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[takeoutthetrash]

[Wait, why is there just a pile of garbage here? Did somebody just empty out a dumpster in front of the camera and let it roll? Who even does that?]

Hello? This thing on?

[Oh wait, no. Now it's moving. And talking. He reaches over and taps the lens a couple times with a big ol' pipe finger.]

Oh! Okay, good. Great.

Er... high there! I'm sorta new here, and I was, uh, kinda wondering if any'a you fine folks out there would be willing to a lend me a hand. Or a paw or.. whatever you've got, really. Not gonna judge. But anyway! If anybody could point me towards...

[There's a slight rustling sound as he looks down at something off-camera.]

Dorm BE? I'm kinda lost, y'see. Not really all that good with directions. Or signs. Or words. But hey, that's what I'm here for! Gettin' myself an education, really hittin' the books. I mean, why else would I be here?

[Insert awkward chuckling here.]

Oh! My name's Gershel, by the way. Or, I guess it's my name. S'what everybody calls me, so I figure hey, might as well go with it, right?

[Unfortunately for any non-pokemon viewers, all of the above just registers as something to the effect of "Garbodor, garb, odor garb". The idea that he might be talking to actual humans out there hasn't really crossed his mind yet.]

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[CONGRATULATIONS intrashid intrepid young hero! Should you make it to your Final Destiantion of BE-15, inside the room shall be awaiting one (1) portly otaku boy named Hifumi Yamada. He sits at his computer desk, casually browsing the school's network. Is that a... talking pile of garbage? Huh? Weird. Maybe there'll be something else on Mewtube.

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What doth thou choose?]

[ACTION!]

[takeoutthetrash]

[>Get ye flask PkMn

It's only you here, doofus.

> FIGHT

In lieu of any actual fighting, you decide to combat this odd, bloated stranger with the most potent weapon of all: words.]

He-hey there. Looks, uh, looks like I'm your new roomie!

[Which just comes out as "Gar, garbodor, garb.". But hey, at least he's trying.]

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[Yamada spins around in his chair and promptly shrieks at what just crawled in the door.]

AIIIIIIIIIE! I-IT WASN'T A SHOOP AFTER ALL! THERE REALLY IS A TALKING PILE OF GARBAGE!

[Although "talking" was subjective when it came to Pokemon. Either way, Yamada leaps out of his chair and very bravely hides behind it.]

What do you want?

[takeoutthetrash]

[Okay wait. What? The idea of somebody actually being afraid of him is kind of a new thing.]

Nothing! Nobody! Uh, wait, hold on.

[Gershel starts to pat himself down, before finding a bundle of papers now stuck fast to his side. He peels them off and gingerly hucks them at Yamada from across the room. There's a soft, unsettling splat when they collide with the wall.]

That should clear things up a little. I hope.

[He knew that keeping the paperwork on him was a good idea. It's all there, class schedule, dorm assignment, everything. Say hello to your new roommate, pal.]

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[Yamada visibly cringes at that splat--not because just because it's gross but because it grossed all over his poster. Only after staring at the paper-blob in horror does he realize wait, there's the Smash Academy emblem on that paper. With shaking hands, he reaches out to tentatively pluck the paperwork free.]

Cat Captor Sakura-chan... forgive me.

[Give him a second.]

You're my new roommate?! You're kidding me!

[takeoutthetrash]

Oh, jeez, I'm so sorry about that. I know this isn't what you'd call an ideal situation, so I'll just try an' make myself at home and keep outta your way. I promise, it'll be like I'm not even here.

[One thing you might not know about Gershel: he likes to talk with his hands. It's almost like Yamada wants those expensive anime figurines knocked down. Which is good, because that's exactly what happens in the middle of his wild gesturing. Hope those weren't too important.]

[mediumdivided]

[Plop splat splat--sounds he recoils in horror at hearing, let alone seeing as his beautiful figurines assimilate with either Gershel or the floor. Or both.]

Yamada vs. Hedorah, the sequel no one wanted!

[He tottles over, trying desperately to salvage what he can, even if that means accidentally stepping on a part of his new roommate.] Stop! You've gotta stop!

[takeoutthetrash]

No, no wait I can fix this!

[Gershel stoops over, trying to scoop up whatever hasn't rolled out of sight and place them back on the shelf. A combination of panic and clumsiness just has him slop even more of his gross garbage juices on them. One or two might actually be sinking into his body now.]

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NO! [Internal screaming. With a little bit of external squealing. Yamada doesn't care at this point he's DIVING IN TO SAVE THEM.]

EEeeeueuuuuuaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!

[He thrusts his hands into Gershel's body, feeling around for his poor figurines.]