9 AND A HALF YEARS AGO:
Michael is one the many people standing in line at the North Yankton bank.
Michael: Man.. Where's Dr. Kevorkian when tu need him?
Lady: Well, if I know doctors, he's probably golfing.
Michael: (chuckles) good one.
Lady: Thanks mister.. I got 'more' jokes in tu want?
Michael: Maybe later.
Trevor: (arrives, holding a present box)
Michael: (polite voice to the lady from before) Excuse me for a second.. (suddenly his calm demeanour is changed to an angry one, as he fires a loaded handgun into the air) EVERYONE ON THE FUCKIN FLOOR!
Trevor: (reveals that the present box was REALLY carrying an MP5) THIS IS A ROBBERY!.. (stands closer to Michael) And.. Not a separate robbery we're together.
Guard: tu mean like a couple?
Trevor: No!.. Well, in a way.
Voice: We're being robbed por Johnny and Clyde!
Michael: SHUT UP! (fires más bullets to shut them up).
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Two cops heard the gunfire, and saw Brad run in after being late.
Cop: Uh Banson looks like we got an 64-G in progress.
Cop 2: (confused stare).
Cop: Armed robbery with a gun!
Cop 2: (confused stare)
Cop: (draws picture of a stickman robing another stickman with a pistol) Come on man, tu know this.
Cop 2: Ohh, a shooty-stealy!
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Guard: (reaches for alarm).
Trevor: Don't touch that alarm! (shoots it, ironically triggering it) DAMN IT!
Another guard comes in.
Guard 2: (enters from main door) Ohh I'm so excited, first día as a security guar-
Brad: (panics and shooting guard 2 dead with his AP Pistol).
Guard 2: Crap. (dies).
Brad: (examines the body and begins to panic) Oh shit! Now it's murder man! IT'S MURDER!
Michael: Just rel-
Brad: FUCK THAT! (jumps though the glass window) I WANNA LIVE! (lands on the highway, and gets ran over por a OC Transpo bus).
Michael: SHIT!.. Trevor! Brad is dead!
Trevor: Very funny Michael.
Michael: I'm serious, there's pieces of him everywh-
Trevor: (ignores him and points gun at cashier) GIVE ME THE MONEY!
Cashier: (gives him it).
Trevor: (looks in it but it explodes) AHH! DYE PACK!.. (Trevor tries to get a tissue, but the tissue box is also a dye pack. Enraged, he then hits a bank teller, who turns out to also be a dye pack).
Trevor: Is anyone NOT a dye pack?.. Speak now and I won't shoot.
Guy: I a- (gets shot in the arm). tu sa-
Trevor: I lied.
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LATER:
Trevor: This way to the chopper!
Michael: No!.. Stick to the fuckin plan. Follow me.. (suddenly gets shot por sniper).. (poor actuación skills) AHH! Lights fading, limbs growing cold.. I see a tunnel.. Must. Move. Toward the light.
Trevor: Michael, just hang on.
Michael: (poorly imitating Christopher Walken) Mother?.. Is that you?.. Your little boy.. Is coming home!
Trevor: ... How hard did he hit tu exactly?
Michael: (whispers) Rose-buds.. (pretends to be dead).
Trevor: Michael.. I see tu breathing, cut it ou- (gets shot at).
Trevor: I ain't leaving this spot!
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Trevor ironically is running as far away from the spot as he could.
Michael is one the many people standing in line at the North Yankton bank.
Michael: Man.. Where's Dr. Kevorkian when tu need him?
Lady: Well, if I know doctors, he's probably golfing.
Michael: (chuckles) good one.
Lady: Thanks mister.. I got 'more' jokes in tu want?
Michael: Maybe later.
Trevor: (arrives, holding a present box)
Michael: (polite voice to the lady from before) Excuse me for a second.. (suddenly his calm demeanour is changed to an angry one, as he fires a loaded handgun into the air) EVERYONE ON THE FUCKIN FLOOR!
Trevor: (reveals that the present box was REALLY carrying an MP5) THIS IS A ROBBERY!.. (stands closer to Michael) And.. Not a separate robbery we're together.
Guard: tu mean like a couple?
Trevor: No!.. Well, in a way.
Voice: We're being robbed por Johnny and Clyde!
Michael: SHUT UP! (fires más bullets to shut them up).
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Two cops heard the gunfire, and saw Brad run in after being late.
Cop: Uh Banson looks like we got an 64-G in progress.
Cop 2: (confused stare).
Cop: Armed robbery with a gun!
Cop 2: (confused stare)
Cop: (draws picture of a stickman robing another stickman with a pistol) Come on man, tu know this.
Cop 2: Ohh, a shooty-stealy!
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Guard: (reaches for alarm).
Trevor: Don't touch that alarm! (shoots it, ironically triggering it) DAMN IT!
Another guard comes in.
Guard 2: (enters from main door) Ohh I'm so excited, first día as a security guar-
Brad: (panics and shooting guard 2 dead with his AP Pistol).
Guard 2: Crap. (dies).
Brad: (examines the body and begins to panic) Oh shit! Now it's murder man! IT'S MURDER!
Michael: Just rel-
Brad: FUCK THAT! (jumps though the glass window) I WANNA LIVE! (lands on the highway, and gets ran over por a OC Transpo bus).
Michael: SHIT!.. Trevor! Brad is dead!
Trevor: Very funny Michael.
Michael: I'm serious, there's pieces of him everywh-
Trevor: (ignores him and points gun at cashier) GIVE ME THE MONEY!
Cashier: (gives him it).
Trevor: (looks in it but it explodes) AHH! DYE PACK!.. (Trevor tries to get a tissue, but the tissue box is also a dye pack. Enraged, he then hits a bank teller, who turns out to also be a dye pack).
Trevor: Is anyone NOT a dye pack?.. Speak now and I won't shoot.
Guy: I a- (gets shot in the arm). tu sa-
Trevor: I lied.
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LATER:
Trevor: This way to the chopper!
Michael: No!.. Stick to the fuckin plan. Follow me.. (suddenly gets shot por sniper).. (poor actuación skills) AHH! Lights fading, limbs growing cold.. I see a tunnel.. Must. Move. Toward the light.
Trevor: Michael, just hang on.
Michael: (poorly imitating Christopher Walken) Mother?.. Is that you?.. Your little boy.. Is coming home!
Trevor: ... How hard did he hit tu exactly?
Michael: (whispers) Rose-buds.. (pretends to be dead).
Trevor: Michael.. I see tu breathing, cut it ou- (gets shot at).
Trevor: I ain't leaving this spot!
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Trevor ironically is running as far away from the spot as he could.
Nickname: Umbra
Gender: Male
Personality: An asshole (at times), calm, chill.
Moves it used to know):
Tackle (as Eevee)
Take Down (as Eevee)
rápido, swift (as Eevee)
Bite (as Eevee)
Shadow Ball (as Eevee)
Dig
Moonlight
Charm
Current moveset:
Dark Pulse
Psychic
Iron Tail
Payback
Selected Victories:
1. vs Aura's Zoroark and Delphox (2nd battle against each other)
2. vs. Aura's Delphox (Canyon City Conference)
3. (w/ Mega Charizard X) vs. Manuel's Mienshao & Blastoise (Pokémon Battle Class)
Selected defeats:
1. vs. Aura's Lucario (2nd battle and Canyon City Conference) Damn! Lucario showed your ass!
2. vs. Renco's Donphan (way before me and Aura met)
3. vs. Miki's Dragonite
Tyler van Berg and Jenna Voorn are like this pic right here, except they ain't Pokémon.
