After a busy day of Pokemon battles, you decide to unwind with your shiny Rockruff. After a big dinner, you go to your living room. Sitting on the floor, Rockruff on your lap, and watching TV, you browse the channels. Faintly under the sound of the news, you hear a faint hissing sound. Confused, you look around, before a rancid smell hits you. Covering your nose, you look down at your Rockruff, who smiles up at you.
"Man, I need to stop feeding you my leftovers."
Covering your nose, you return to flipping the channels. News, an action movie, some cartoon about rocks or something... nothing good seems to be on. Returning to the action movie, you just watch as some celebrity threatens some other celebrity over the phone.
"When did action movies become so boring?"
As if you answer your question, or maybe agree with it, Rockruff barks. Smiling, you hug him tightly. He lets out a happy bark, before blasting a loud fart directly into your lap. The smell of rotting meat fills the small room. Coughing, you wave a hand in your face
"Jeez, buddy. You okay?"
He starts licking your face, as if to make up for it. Laughing, you start petting him again. Rolling over, he shows you his stomach, asking for belly rubs. Happy to oblige, you start rubbing, taking note of a loud growl coming from it. Shortly after, Rockruff rips another fart, even louder and longer than the last one. Letting out a small bark, he jumps onto the couch.
"Are you sure it isn't walk time yet?"
You look up to him, just in time to take a huge fart point blank, right in your face.

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