Fuck, Marry, Kill: Pokemon Starters

You pick up Charmander, put your mouth next to his weird little lizard earhole thing, and tell him, "I'm going to watch your light go out." You dip his feet in cement, callously laugh and pick at your murderous fingernails while you wait for that cement to dry, then you toss your orange friend into a shallow pond. He stares at you with big, pleading eyes. You are emotionless. If anything, it amuses you that each of his silent screams brings him closer to his watery end.

By the way, you disgust me.