[ EU ] Write a serious story substituting as many words for pokemon names as possible .

The police Farfetch ’ d the accused assailant and entered the courtroom. He held his head down. He was a vile man both inside and out. He was raised in a rich Persian household given everything he ever wanted. But when his parents were killed and he fled to the United States. He had lost all of his wealth and had been taught since a young age that everything in the world should come easily to him. He could not stand living in poverty or being treated without the respect that he deserved. He became deranged and thought of himself as a god. And as a god he felt it his right to choose who lived and who died. 
 
 
 Everyone in the city knew of his violent crimes. In his own words he was “ Seaking to rid the world of disgraceful scum. ” He murdered one woman, my lovely wife, simply for her turning him down on a date. My beautiful, loving life partner who never harmed a soul in her life and he Machoked her. He Tauros apart for nothing. Some nights I wake up screaming in a cold sweat because I see him Pikachu through the window and I am helpless to warn you of his impending assault. It is nights like those where I am just a Weepingbell, hugging the blanket and wishing you hadn ’ t left me alone on this planet. 
 
 
 Today I would see true justice served. I will not rest until this scumbag was put in the chair. God, how I savor the thought of being the one to pull the switch and Raticate this man from existence. He will not Butterfree himself from this predicament. 
 
 
 I sat writhing at my bench as he walked by me. He didn ’ t give me the time of day but he looked and faced the family beside me. They were wailing with tears, but he just scoffed at them. He mocked them as though their pain was pathetic. He showed no remorse. 
 I can not even imagine what the family must have gone through. They lost their son right before their eyes. He slipped poison into the boy ’ s cup and snuck away. It was to be his last kill before he escaped to Paras as the police had been hot on his tail. He collected the venomoth a rare snake, so there was no hope of getting an antedote in time. The parents watched in horror as their sweet baby boy began koffing and weezing until he eventually became drowzee and dropped dead. I expect it will Haunter and her husband the rest of their lives. 
 
 
 The proceedings began. It seemed as though his lawyer wasn ’ t even trying. There were plenty of eye witnesses and DNA evidence. There was no doubt of his guilt. 
 He was sentenced to die. 
 
 
 As he was being escorted out of the room he screamed “ My death will be meaningless! You think you have won? I will rise from the ashes and become a star, a god even. Omastar! ” 
 
 
 It was an Oddish experience. It was finally over. Months of turmoil and now I could finally sleep sound at night knowing justice had been served. But, despite this, I felt no better. There was no true relief. My wife was still dead and I was still dead inside. I got up out of my seat and filed into the crowd exiting the courtroom. 

