Important note: The term "Genwunner" does not refer to someone who's favorite generation is generation 1, hell that generation was AWESOME! It also doesn't refer to someone who only likes generation 1, because hey, some people grow out of these things.

What it means is someone who WARSHIPS it, and constantly bashes all the other ones. I just wanted to clear that up. Also, a lot of this isn't even my opinion. It's just Black being stupid. I really do dislike Genwunners however.

Disclaimer: No.

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Black was having a wonderful day.

Or was it a terrible day? I can't seem to remember... Oh well. All that matters is that he's going to be pelted by a bunch of rotten fruit in about two seconds.

"Wait, wha-" The brown haired trainer was cut off by an old apple hitting him on the face.

This was closely followed by some smelly grapes, ancient oranges and for some reason, a pair of scissors.

Huh. I don't remember that being on the food table.

Black rubbed the rotten juices off of his clothes, looking around desperately for the culprit.

"Alright, who did that?"

"GENSUARION 1 VAS TE ONY GOOD POKEMOONS! DE OTHSURS ARE BBAAADDSS!1!11!" A random human screamed, hurling banana peels at the boy.

Black ducked to avoid the hit.

"Crap!" He exclaimed. "It's a genwunner! The only thing on this planet with a lower IQ then me!"

"What about Magicarps?" Ruby, who was for some reason here, looked up from filing his nails.

"Especially the Magicarps!" Black screamed, running off in a random direction.

"...That doesn't even make sense."

The Genwunner turned his head in the pretty boy's direction.

"GENNERATIIION THEE SUXSS! DA POJEMOON333 D/DNT EVOOLVE ENOGH!?"

Ruby jumped up from his seat, red eyes alive with rage.

"You wanna go, punk?" He asked, reaching for Milotic's Pokèball.

""YOOURR MIILOOTTAC ISS NOOH MATCHS FORE MEE CHARAZARD^#! CHARIDARD FTW!,."

Ruby sweat dropped. "I swear his grammer's getting worse."

~*Meanwhile*~

"And the I said, 'No more pasta! Gummy bears must eat all the cheese covered Milktanks!'" Bianca giggled, nudging the black haired gym leader beside her.

Cheren sighed and looked up from his paperwork. That's nice, Bianca, but I really need to work on this!"

The assistant rolled her eyes. "Lighten up, Austri- I mean, Cheren. Yeah. Cheren."

"Why do you keep doing that?" He asked, giving her a glare.

"Doing what?"

"Calling me Austria. What does that even mean?"

"Oh, nothing." Bianca smiled, hugging her Hetalia DVD's.

Just as Cheren was about to ask about something else, a sudden noise split the air.

"Oww." The air moaned.

Not like that.

"Oops, sorry."

"AAAAAAAUUUUUUUSSSSSSSTTTTTTT TTTRRRRRRIIIII- I mean, CCCCCCCHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEERRRRR RREEEEEEEEENNNNN!" Black cried, running up to them.

"Churros? Where?!" Bianca looked around ecstatically.

Black stopped in his tracks with a gasp. "You have Churros?!"

"No." Cheren cut in.

"Aww... Why'd you take them all?"

"How selfish of you!" The blonde scolded him.

"What? I didn't eat them!"

"So you wasted them?"

"N-"

The brown haired trainer looked ready to cry. "C-Churro abuse!"

Bianca slapped the Gym leader across the face. "You monster! Think of the children!"

"And the Churro's!"

"Would you guys please, just stop?!" Cheren raised his voice, giving the both of them a dirty look.

"...Spaz..." Black muttered.

Bianca nodded her agreement.

Cheren grit his teeth together. "I am NOT going to let this RUIN my day. Black, what do you want?"

The trainer suddenly remembered what had happened earlier.

"Some random dude started throwing crap at me!" he whined.

"A genwunner?"

"That'd be it."

Cheren went back to his work. "So? Just ignore them."

Black looked stumped. "How do you ignore having rotten fruit thrown at you?"

"They threw-?" The gym leader then seemed to noice the remains of the old food all over his friend. "Oh."

"Are you sure they did it?" Bianca asked.

"No, Bianca. He did it to himself." Cheren grumbled sarcastically.

Black was silent.

"Umm... Right?"

"Do you mean today or last Tuesday?"

"...You know what? No. I'm not doing this. Not today." The black haired trainer told them, getting up from where he was sitting. "Go ask White or something."

"White? But she's a smelly girl!" Black moaned.

"Agreed." Bianca nodded.

"Bianca you're a girl."

"I am?! Holy crap that's awesome!"

Cheren walked away, too scared to say anything more.

"Now whhhhhheeeeeerrrrreeeee's White?" Black asked, looking upset.

"In your house."

"...Why?"

"I HAVE NO IDEA!" She yelled, attracting the attention of several bystanders.

"THAT'S SO COOL!"

"I KNOW RIGHT?!"

"WE SHOULD LIKE, TOTALLY HANG OUT TOGETHER!"

"THAT'D BE GREAT GIRLFRIEND!"

"Oww..." Capslock moaned.

~Buy a burrito! They're comfy and easy to wear!~

"WHITE!" Black slammed the door of his house open, murdering his mother who had been on the other side. "I NEED YOUR HELP WITH SOMETHING!"

His mother, who now more resembled a pancake then a woman, sild out from behind the door.

"Oh hi mom!" The trainer greeted as he ran up the stairs. "I hope you have lots of Spaghetti!"

"..."

Once upstairs, Black once again yelled: "WHITE! I NEEEEEED YOU!"

"Oww, geez, quiet down Black." The girl cringed from her spot on the floor. "What do you want?"

"HOW DO WE GET RID OF THE GENWUNNERS?!"

"They bugging you again?" Kyouhei, a random trainer who had never had a haircut in his entire life, asked.

Black pushed him out the window.

"BLACK!" White yelled, looking shocked.

"THAT'S RACIST!" Said trainer accused.

She rolled her eyes. "No, it's your name."

"Oh yeah!"

White muttered a curse under her breath. "So why do you want to get rid of them?"

"THEY THREW ROTTEN FRUIT AT ME!"

"Please..." Capslock begged. "Have mercy..."

No.

"And why... Did they do that?"

Black thought for a moment before answering. "They said our Pokemon are unoriginal!"

White snorted. "Who cares? All they had were fire breathing dragons, giant piles of crap and a bird holding a stick. We've got Volcanic moths, strange Egyptian birds, and... Well, a better fire-breathing dragon. And a lightning breathing one too."

The other trainer took a second to process the information, before breaking out into a manical smile.

"Umm... You alright?" White asked, waving her hands in front of his face.

Black only giggled creepily. "That's a perfect idea Red..."

"Uh, my name's White."

"I am aware of this."

The girl looked at him oddly.

He pointed to the corner of the room, where for whatever reason, Red stood. He waved to them with a smile.

"AHH! WHAT THE CRAP RED!" White yelled, jumping at least ten feet in the air. "HOW DID HE EVEN GET IN HERE?!"

"You see my plan is to take all the cheese in the world, and throw it at the Genwunners!" Black informed her.

"Okay, first of all that's not what I asked. And second, what the hell is that even going to accomplish?"

"Everything."

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"Everything."

"EVERYTHING!"

"Everything?" Red asked.

"Get out of my room!"