Maybe I would have a curly moustache... of EVIL (which is great for twiddling after tying people to railtracks) if I didn't scour my dreaded visage with the razor... of DESECRATION AND MALEVOLENCE. And I know this is going to be an odd question, but what was your inspiration? =P
Oh? What was my inspiration you say? Well I'll tell you my inspiration, oh yes, you bet your ass I will.
As I was walking along the street one day (which I always do), I ran across a top hat. Naturally, like any normal human being with pubic hair, I attempted to pick up the top hat. But to my surprise, the hat moved! So I attempted to pick it up again...and of course, it moved again! Much to my dismay, it began to flee, but I wasn't about to let it go THAT easily, so I chased after it screaming "GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKING HAT!". For some reason, people found it necessary to stare at me, but I simply ignored them, because I'm better than them.
ANYWAY, after chasing the hat for forty days and thiry-five nights, I decided to end the chase. So, I took out my standard citizen issue high powered AK-47 series assault rifle and shot three whole clips at the hat. The hat flew up into the air and guess what was there...THAT'S RIGHT! A Pikachu with a curly moustache, bowtie, and cane! He said to me "What the fuck?! You stupid bitch! That was my hat!" So I was like "I'm not a bitch, you're a bitch!" And he was like "omfg!!!11 ur so ghey! lol!!!1 ima fuk u up!"
So the Pikachu lunged at me with all of its might, but it stood no chance against my mad skilz0rz. I pinned him to the ground and said to "Gimmie the hat or gimmie your balls!" And he said "Alright! You can have the hat! Just don't touch me there again!" So I got off of him and he scampered off like a little boy with candy on a Friday afternoon. I picked up the top hat and put it on and said "Holy hot damn, I'm sexy". Then you drove by in a car and said "Hi Jaego! What's up?" and I said "Nothin" and you said "That's cool". But then you got hit in the head with a tree branch and got knocked unconscious and fell out of your car. Your car then flew into a Preschool and killed 10,000 children and perverted midgets collectively.
Anyway, the Pikachu came back and ripped off his moustache and put it on your face and put his cane in your hand and the bowtie on your chest. So I was like "Hmmm..." and put the top hat on you. I then proceeded to sketch you and that's how I got the picture! After that, I carried you back home, then flew away and did the Riverdance with Aron on top of the Eiffel Tower. It was grand
Don't worry Mr.Pika, you'll get over it. It's like that song 'Cows With Guns', no matter how many hardships you have to face, as long as you piss in the eyes of your opposition, you will come out triumphant with the help of many chickens.
It's one of those things that if you think about it too much, you'll develop a massive brain tumor a die a sick and twisted death. So I just leave it at "Kimi Ko worships the ground I walk on", saves the pain and energy I would normally put into any rational thought.
Why does every thread about the pikachu that happens to be surfing turn stupid yet strangely cool?
Michael: Jodie, how's my schedule look for today? Jodie: You've got a conference and dinner party at the Japanese Embassy regarding wildlife protection. Michael: Oh, yeah...sorry, but I'll have to cancel that. I'm heading out to save America!