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"Barry, while Arin does this fucking grinding with his stupid ass Beedril, show some footage of those superheroes from last night."
Arin lets out an extremely loud sigh, as the game footage is partially covered by video of two grown men in spandex soaring through the air towards eachother while looking like massive fucking idiots.
"When will you let the goddamn superheros go, Dan?" Arin says, as the on-screen (not Pokemon) footage pans to show a ninja using a person as a blunt weapon against a samurai who clearly gives no shits. "Barry, don't take up the whole screen with that shit."
The video expands outward entirely, to completely cover the battle Arin was in. Yellow text reading "You don't own me Arin" pops up on screen.
"Arin, I'm not letting this shit go. I mean," The footage pauses, and now zooms even more into an angst-ridden man in spandex, his hair billowing in the wind, "That dude called himself fucking NEVERBONE. Like, if he didn't look like such a fucking prick I'd almost feel sorry for the guy."
The view switches to the other supposed "hero" - a man who's glorious Jewfro was tangled in his stupid-ass cape - as Arin speaks. "Least that name sounds cool. You can't just call yourself Sexbang. Those two words mean the same fucking thing." Arin pauses, "Barry, please remove this shit from my Pokemon playthrough."
The footage is gone, instead showing a Pokemon trainer running in circles in a large patch of grass. "Arin, that Sexbang guy runs around with a fucking ninja. I mean, names aside, at least he has a badass sidekick."
"Murder isn't badass, Dan."