Among the original 150, there is one Pokemon that stands out and makes you think, "what the hell were the creators drinking?" It's actually a legitimate question since I'm sure that after a night of binge drinking and general debauchery, the guy who thought up
Grimer puked in some alley way, threw his arms in the air and declared "Why is this not yet a Pokemon?"
One might wonder how to capture what basically amounts to a sentient pile of sludge. The answer though is simple: rubber gloves and a stainless steel bucket. Don't even bother trying to do proper battle with it. I'm pretty sure the event would end something like this.
Now the quality of your specimen will probably determine it's over all power, so you should probably think about where to go hunting. New Jersey is a pretty reasonable choice because of, among other things, those dirty chemical plants and trash barges. One might also try the bottom of a hippy's foot, the back of a high school kid's car, or a pile of used sheets from a Super 8 Motel (better if done right after prom night). But for the best selection of ass-smelling poison, you should search near your local frat house.
Once you've assembled your hazmat equipment, it's time to venture forth into a cesspit that would make Mike Rowe go pale. First, carefully wade through the spilled beer, pizza boxes, used condoms, vomit, broken glass, furniture pieces, discarded female dignity, wasted potential, squandered parents' money, murdered brain cells, and forgotten hopes and dreams. Once you have found a suitable puddle of congealed depravity-concentrate, scoop it up with your bucket, snap on a lid, and run home to examine your new... uhhh... yeah.
Don't blame me, you wanted the thing.
