DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon, a creation of one Satoshi Tajiri, and is produced domestically (in the United States) by Pokemon USA/The Pokemon Company, and internationally by Shogakukan and OLM. I personally own nothing and make nothing by writing this. Please do not flame.
I am Snorlax.
I am not gorging myself, therefore the only other thing that I could be doing is taking yet another extended trip to dreamland.
I don't like to skip out on my vacations lest I become quite unbecoming. I'm not difficult to get along with at all. I feel that like everyone else out there, I deserve to have my 40,000 winks.
I don't disturb anyone while sleeping and I would quite appreciate it if everyone else around me did the same. It's not like I am a pest. It's hard to be one when you weigh half a ton.
When I sleep is when I am. I reflect.
Wouldn't that be time well spent? Then you will not mind if I continue my slumber without interruptions and you likely will not have any problems with me dreaming.
It is only natural that a monster like me has big dreams when he sleeps and when—wait a minute. What is this…thing resting on my nose?
I thought we had an understanding. Please don't tell me that I have to open my eyes. I don't want to have to start any trouble! Get off. Come on! Get off of my nose, please! Let me have my rest!
I give this—cruel beast a second to cooperate. Whatever gender it is, it matters little to me. It is a real vexing bastard.
This creature gives me no choice but to open my eyes. It can't claim that I didn't warn it. After all, I scrunched my nose. That should be a clue.
My eyes are open, and the news is bad for everyone…especially this Venomoth. Well, simple problems need only simple solutions.
One flick of my finger, and I see that same Venomoth performing a different type of flying exercise. I flicked him all the way to a large tree trunk off into the distance.
Hey, I can't be too sure because my vision is somewhat blurred but I think the creature's head might have come off of its torso.
That's what the pest deserves for invading my personal space. I had no choice but to defend myself. Who knows what the little bugger could have done to me?
If the swat-worthy bug had any manners, the thing would be giving me some praise. At the very least, this Venomoth is spared any pain or discomfort I would have given him if I were really ticked off. The insect gets to feel what I feel and enjoy a nice, long, comfortable sleep.
The only difference from mine is that his will be a permanent one.