"mrrrowwll mrowl mrroolwwlwww, mrowl mrowl," the Mrrrowl sang to herself, tossing a bone off to the side.
Ash came back, having been exhausted by the Bloom, to find that there wasn't much of his Pia left.
Faced with his Alpha PokeWoman having attained the past tense, crippled by an attack that had increased her breast size to somewhere beyond the alphabet, then become a Mrrowl's meal.
No PokeWomen, no tools, a growling feral Mrrowl that was warning him away from her kill, the contents of his backpack missing or shredded from where the other wild PokeWomen had rummaged, and his clothes had seen better days. Ash tried to figure out what his next move should be...
Wed Aug 23 20:34:56 2000