RD 1: Frank vs big baby - FRANK WINS!

[Frank]

SNORLAX jiggles with fat, sitting in the driveway's garage door entrance, blocking it with its digital mass.
A Gigantic, indolent cat: drowsily nodding in and out of its intermittent nap, eyes slit, with its chin on its lap
Barefooted without slippers, he grabbed his galaxy S7, with its scratch resistant glass flimsily cracked
And sprinted down his stairs onto the spritz of the grass, into the Monday morning mist quarter to 6
The back porches front dimmers react, lighting up an invisible path: with LED lights, that artificially zapped -
Squishy and damp, trampling wilted plants – he slips on his back: and slid into a patch, skidding, then, scabbed.
SNORLAX giggles & laughs and vigorously claps: blushing red, eyes squinted and slant like a Michelin Man -
“He’s out there imaging things” whispered the Dad to the Mother who had encouraged him to do physical activities.
“He’s just out there slimming the flab. He’s been so full of zip since he got that new visual app, It’s just a fad…
Go back to sleep” she whispered back, as his dad walked away from the windows dreary, drizzling lapse with a twist of the latch.
Picking at his scab: The boy gets back to his feet with an attack. He gives his Galaxy S7 phone a sinister tap.
He gives the screen another drilling tap, as rain drips on the glass, the glitch in the app causes the Galaxy S7’s inexplicable lag
The SNORLAX image gets snapped: 3000 CP. He tweets “SNORLAX: 150th” with the giddiest tags.
He creates a GYM in his backyard and leaves his wildest Dragonite to defend it with its eclipsing blast
His prestige grows with every fictional character he unforgivably has, as he swishes the grass uninhibited
Catching the hideous, trapping it in his blizzard tactics: he screams out something in Japanese before pinning his flag.
Master Trainer, he is given the badge, in his pajama pants, mud-covered, traditionalist plaid.
Overweight; his heart pitter pats with every additional lap around the block, in search of Pidgeys & Rattatats
An incoming car is traveling fast, through the quiet, suburban streets, hung-over, whipping the gas
Mom and Dad are high off hits of the grass, on the perimeter of the grass, searching for their child who’s on a mission
Tracking the creatures onto different aves; burning calories, lipids and trans-fat, dripping with bad
cholesterol: Inches of plaque, his arteries thickened from a lack of exercise, sitting on his ass, now he’s swift and he’s fast.
His litter has hatched. Charizard's off-springs flaming wings viciously flap
A Navy Nissan Path Finder's tires vindictively mashed, flying through the red lights, beer bottles on the dash board, shift with a clash
The Driver is doing 60 flat, whizzing past school kids, with their heads down oblivious in an app
Listening to Monday Morning Talk Sports Radio - trade rumors between the Knicks and the Cavs
Drifting, the draft of the seasons changing instantly snapped him out of it, his coffee simmering black
He takes a sip and crashes into the kid, his seat belt restrictively strapped, ripping him back as the child is sadistically dragged
Ridiculously sad. The Mom & Dad are hit with the impact, along with every kid in the class
Everyone silenced their cellphones, except one - whose made a SIGH like sound, when SNORLAX infamously gasped
SNORLAX lifted the path finder, a figment of the imagination, the collision and scraps,
Peering down at him, vast, he physically grasped the Galaxy S7 out the kids rigorous clasp
There was an epiphany flash. Then the entire visual cast, before the ambulance put the kid in a bag
The cost of not following your heart, is spending the rest of your life wishing you had
He followed his heart, into traffic, looking up and then down into a digital map -