Metapod Probably Kicked Your Ass When You Were a Kid -

Even from the beginning, I knew you were useless

Your status ailments never fazed me

Can’t you do anything without collapsing?

The logic of your type eludes me

How do you even live with yourself?

What’s it like having no coup de grace?

Your best attempts are just a shade of what’s normal

Your showmanship is but a vacant facade

Can’t read minds, sweetie, that’s probably what you don’t get

It doesn’t take a fucking psychic to know that

Even then, there were others

You couldn’t ever cut enough