POKEMART ADS
UPDATE: John just informed me that some of these prints are available in his Etsy store. Catch them before they’re gone!
Inspired by the recent Pokemon projects/shows he’s been seeing on the internet, John Cheng decided to create these posters for items that the PokeMart would sell.
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Disclaimer: Pretty fucked up language and shit in this one.
“I’ll kill you!” he screamed, slapping her across the jaw.
“Please, don’t—”
Her plead was interrupted by a kick to her side. She grabbed his foot with all the might she could send to her right hand.
“Let me go, bitch!” he advised her before renewing his attack with his fists and trying, very flamingo-ishly, to free his foot from the woman’s vice grip.
“Please, stop,” she pleaded, containing the foot with her right hand and making a feeble attempt to block his continuous blows with her left. He was simply too fast, too agile, too precise with each hit and too quick to adjust each strike to avoid her attempts to deflect his punches. Thwack! Boom! Crack! The sounds of his fury against her face and body were such that Hollywood would have been set for fight sound effects for the next hundred years had they been around to record the incident. Thud! went a shot to the boob. Crunch! another to the ribs. Clack! flew one to the jaw.
“You fucking cunt! I’ll cut you, you bitch!”
He clawed at the hand trapping his foot with his own grubby nails, drawing blood, but the death grip on his foot only tightened.
“Ahh!” he screamed at the increased pressure.
A woman at the other end of the metro car stood and shouted to the mother, “Stop it! Stop it! If you squeeze his foot any harder, you’ll break it!”
The mother and son, probably about three years old, stopped their scuffle. The sound of the intervening woman’s voice, the interruption to their din brought them back to reality. The mother let go of her son’s foot and he sat silently, glaring at her. She put him on her lap and kissed his cheek and he put his arms around her in the type of embrace one can only give a mother. By the next metro stop, he was happily telling her about a duck he had seen at the park earlier.
