Keith, Myrtle, Peeves, Cyanide, Jessica: As Myrtle was talking to Jessica, Keith decided that his newest Pokemon should also get to enjoy the park. After pressing a few more buttons on his Pokedex, another Poke Ball appeared in his hand. "OK, Cyanide, come on out!" Keith exclaimed as he heaved the ball into the air.
In a flash of light, an Eevee materialized, landing on the ground and glaring in all directions, growling, her teeth bared. This went on until she spotted Keith, whereupon she happily leapt into his arms and started licking his face. Keith laughed happily as this happened, and then held his Eevee out at arm's length to get a better look at her. "Cyanide, we're at the park," Keith stated. "You want to play?"
Cyanide shook her head and gave a yawn. Myrtle noticed this, and came floating over.
"So, you got an Ee-vee, hmm?" she said, casting a distasteful eye down at the little Normal-type. "No doubt a-no-ther dit-zy clue-less scat-ter-brain like Po-mo-na. What is her name, a-ny-way?"
"Name's Cyanide, *****," growled the Eevee. "Learn it, remember it, and fear it."
"I beg your par-don?" Myrtle said dangerously, her eyes flashing. "Just where do you get off cal-ling me a *****, you pom-pous, stuck-up lit-tle-"
"Well, where do you get off calling me a ditzy clueless scatterbrain, you wad of toilet paper?" retorted Cyanide. "What gives a filthy rag the right to fling insults in the beautiful face of Cyanide, the world's most wonderful Eevee?"
At this, Myrtle smirked. "Most won-der-ful Ee-vee? You?" she scoffed. "Don't make me laugh."
"Oh, yeah, because you're Shuppet of the year, right?" snapped Cyanide. "What makes you so much better?"
"I pos-sess great wis-dom," Myrtle stated. "Not on-ly from my ex-pe-ri-en-ces in this life, but al-so from my for-mer life as a Mis-sing-no. Meat Sack here at least rea-li-zes this, what-e-ver his o-ther nu-mer-ous faults-"
"Hey! HEY!" snarled Cyanide, her teeth bared. "How DARE you talk like that about Keith!"
"Oh, I can talk a-bout him a-ny way I like," Myrtle smirked. "You see, I hap-pen to know that there is not a sin-gle thing you can do to me. What can you use a-gain? Tack-le, Tail Whip, and Hel-ping Hand? HAH!"
"For now," smirked Cyanide. "You just wait, though- I'm going to learn some good attacks, and then you better watch your back."
Myrtle said nothing to this, and merely looked at Cyanide for a few seconds before turning away to resume talking to Jessica.