Head for the Kanto Door
From Create Your Own Story
"Whoa, not so fast, Sam," the professor says, catching you by the arm as you step toward the Kanto door. "I love the enthusiam, but there are a few last things to do before you get started. First, the inoculations." He reaches into the pocket of his lab coat and pulls out a handful of syringes, each one filled with a different colored liquid. "We don't want you catching any sexually transmitted diseases, do we? We do our best to catch healthy SexMon, but these little critters will fuck just about anything and you never know where they've been. So just hold still, alright? This shouldn't hurt at all."
It did hurt, a lot, as he jabbed you in the arm again and again, pumping you full of God knows what. Finally, he injects you the final time and puts a bandage on your aching shoulder.
"There we are -- all done. Now, take your clothes off."
You balk at that. Even for a fucked-up dream, that's pretty screwy.
"Now now, no need to be shy," the professor says, then he calls across the room, "Hey, Bill! Give us a hand, will you?"
A big guy in faded jeans and a tight T-shirt comes over, a tired look on his face as he mutters, "My name's not Bill."
