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I was was in my living room when I hear a knock on the door. When I open the door, this Pikachu was on my doorstep step, a pumpkin in his hands. He asked to come in and use my tools to carve his pumpkin. I agree and let him work on his pumpkin. It was only when I looked at my garden that I realized that two pumpkins were missing. I asked him about it and he said he didn’t know anything about it. But unfortunately for him, I noticed his look of nervousness. I immediately tackled him and restrained him. I bound his hands to the pumpkin he carved. I bound his feet to keep him from running away. I decided to have a little fun and taped up his ears. He begged me to let him go. I ignored him and showed him the tape I was going to gag him with. He started begging me to not gag him and that he will stay quiet. I asked him where the other pumpkin went. He confessed that he and his sister were the ones who took the pumpkins. His sister has the other. I thanked him and I gagged him. I don’t want to listen to him crying.

Description
I was was in my living room when I hear a knock on the door. When I open the door, this Pikachu was on my doorstep step, a pumpkin in his hands. He asked to come in and use my tools to carve his pumpkin. I agree and let him work on his pumpkin. It was only when I looked at my garden that I realized that two pumpkins were missing. I asked him about it and he said he didn’t know anything about it. But unfortunately for him, I noticed his look of nervousness. I immediately tackled him and restrained him. I bound his hands to the pumpkin he carved. I bound his feet to keep him from running away. I decided to have a little fun and taped up his ears. He begged me to let him go. I ignored him and showed him the tape I was going to gag him with. He started begging me to not gag him and that he will stay quiet. I asked him where the other pumpkin went. He confessed that he and his sister were the ones who took the pumpkins. His sister has the other. I thanked him and I gagged him. I don’t want to listen to him crying.