Sep 8, 2023
 " You gotta give the people what they want, " said as he woggles 'what they want' directly out in front. 'What they want' is covered in smooth fur, swinging low and slow, and pendulous.
 Raichu's large feet scrape the floor back and forth, white and fluffy pot belly protruding, his generous coat of fat bunched up in thick rolls around his shoulders and neck like an Elizabethan ruff. Ash holds him up beneath his chubby arms like Simba in The Pyroar King; like a prize. " You gotta give 'em the big man. "
