How did you catch Gary? You don't know what region you're in, but you know that this sure isn't Bikini Bottom!
"Gary, use poetry!" you shout.
You put your earplugs in as Gary begins to read Vogon poetry!
"Meow meow, meow meow meow, meow meow meow, meow."
(Translation: See, see the smothering sky. Marvel at its beige depths. Tell me, Kevin, do you wonder why the blobfish ignores you? Why its foobly stare makes you feel dreadful? I can tell you, it is worried by your dwimplepeen facial growth that looks like roasted red pepper hummus. What's more, it knows your weenus shed smells of lima beans. Everything under the big smothering sky asks why; why do you even bother? You only charm liquid ass.)
The Rattata can't handle it and dies. What did you expect from the third worst poetry in the universe? (Behind the poetry of the Azgoths of Kria and the poetry of Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Essex, England, United Kingdom?) You won!
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