72. [Video]
[The screen is slightly steamed up when it comes on, but it soon clears enough to give a shaky view of the ... bathroom floor, and part of a towel? It doesn't stay there, though. Instead, the focus seems to be (or is TRYING to be) on the football-sized black thing zipping across the floor and out of view.]
[Then the camera awkwardly turns to the face of its holder, who apparently just get out of the shower, judging by the way her hair is plastered down wetly around the sides of her face and the towel she's got wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak. Said shoulders are hunched. Apparently she's perched on the edge of the bathtub. No questionable steamy semi-nude shots from THIS girl, though-- this is SERIOUS BUSINESS, and Heather's voice is an odd mix between amused, proud, and exasperated.]
This is a Public Services Announcement about why you shouldn't let your Pokemon into the bathroom when they're about to level up even if they do like playing in all the water leftover after a shower.
Watch and be enlightened.
[The camera turns to the floor again as Heather slowly and methodically sticks one foot out and sets it down on the tile.]
[INSTANTLY and without any warning, the black thing comes streaking back onto the camera with the intention of violently attacking its trainer's toes with a long yellow beak and a volley of chittering squawks.]
[Heather yanks her foot up again with a small shriek and the Murkrow goes scuttling off behind the sink.]
See? SEE?
Here, I'll repeat the demonstration for anyone who may have missed that.
Everybody watching?
[She repeats the motion, this time putting both feet on the ground.]
[The attack-crow reappears, wings flared and beak wide-open. It squabbles and pecks around in circles around Heather's feet for a second or two before, once again, skittering off across the floor to hide in the bath curtains, tiny claws clicking on the tiles.]
I can't make it more than a couple of steps without getting Murkrow'd. I used to be able to outrun her, but now she's like an unstoppable toe-eating machine.
And all because of this.
[She presses a button on the 'Gear to make it repeat its last automated message. Which it does, in a cheerful computerized voice.]
WREN grew to LEVEL 5! WREN learned PURSUIT!
[Then the camera awkwardly turns to the face of its holder, who apparently just get out of the shower, judging by the way her hair is plastered down wetly around the sides of her face and the towel she's got wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak. Said shoulders are hunched. Apparently she's perched on the edge of the bathtub. No questionable steamy semi-nude shots from THIS girl, though-- this is SERIOUS BUSINESS, and Heather's voice is an odd mix between amused, proud, and exasperated.]
This is a Public Services Announcement about why you shouldn't let your Pokemon into the bathroom when they're about to level up even if they do like playing in all the water leftover after a shower.
Watch and be enlightened.
[The camera turns to the floor again as Heather slowly and methodically sticks one foot out and sets it down on the tile.]
[INSTANTLY and without any warning, the black thing comes streaking back onto the camera with the intention of violently attacking its trainer's toes with a long yellow beak and a volley of chittering squawks.]
[Heather yanks her foot up again with a small shriek and the Murkrow goes scuttling off behind the sink.]
See? SEE?
Here, I'll repeat the demonstration for anyone who may have missed that.
Everybody watching?
[She repeats the motion, this time putting both feet on the ground.]
[The attack-crow reappears, wings flared and beak wide-open. It squabbles and pecks around in circles around Heather's feet for a second or two before, once again, skittering off across the floor to hide in the bath curtains, tiny claws clicking on the tiles.]
I can't make it more than a couple of steps without getting Murkrow'd. I used to be able to outrun her, but now she's like an unstoppable toe-eating machine.
And all because of this.
[She presses a button on the 'Gear to make it repeat its last automated message. Which it does, in a cheerful computerized voice.]
WREN grew to LEVEL 5! WREN learned PURSUIT!