A memory from, oh, let’s say fifth grade: my friend and I wanted to play a game, some kind of mock fight. I’m unsure whether it was supposed to actually have rules or whether it was just setup for a usual kids’ (“boys’”?) play-wrestling. But when we were getting ready to play, my friend asked my a strange question: “Are you a Pikachu, or a Ry-a-chu?” I didn’t have an answer ready, and so he decided, “You be Pikachu, I be Ryachu.” Then he reconsidered: “No, I be Pikachu, you be Ryachu.”

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