Pie is an easy place to hide failed experiments.

The key is in the golden flaky crust!" exclaimed mutated pikachu.

Years after his glory days had ended, the depressed and desolate Pikachu, whose coat had faded to a dark, sickly-yellow, stood on the street corner, offering to "Piiiikaf" strangers. "How much?" inquires the bald Pokemon fetishist.

To cheer himself up after the funeral, the bald albino decided to hire a feline prostitute.

Shaken by thoughts of his own mortality, the old man turned to the one thing he knew would relax his mind- cat strippers.