Chapter 39; Video, Text, Eggs?

[usedtherapy]

[[A video today, for once shot by someone other than Rose. Why? Because Rose in busy knitting something! Something sparkly, from the looks of it. She pauses in her knitting to address the camera.]]Good evening, Johto. As surely many of you know, Christmas is approaching. With this in mind, I felt I could possibly be of use to at least a small

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[striderismo]

good sweet lord
those are some bamf fucking bunnies

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[usedtherapy]

Would you expect any less from Casey?

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[striderismo]

absolutely not
hell if i thought seppucrow wouldnt try to eat it id want one myself

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[usedtherapy]

The egg or the bunny? Because I could easily save the egg until it hatches for you to avoid any unnecessary egg devouring.

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[striderismo]

the bunny
shes really more about water types but you know crows
opportunists at heart

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[usedtherapy]

Ah yes.
You'll need something, then, that could put her in her place for trying to consume them.

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[striderismo]

tock would be pretty good at it if he gave half a fuck
but he just sits back and watches her wreak havoc
man i hope he never has kids of his own
ill come home one day to a bloodbath and hes like
yeah the bird got into my babies
all i could hear was squealing and crying all through oprah

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[usedtherapy]

That would certainly be a horror to behold, wouldn't it?
Keep him separate from your Gyarados and you should be fine.

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[striderismo]

pretty sure queenie dont want none of his anaconda anyway but thanks for the tip
also you cannot use my nest to incubate your pokemon eggs
just putting that out there

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[usedtherapy]

Then until you obtain another compatible female, again.
You have nothing to worry about.
And aw, come on Dave.
Surely they would help keep you warm.

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[striderismo]

no
itd be those ungrateful leeches stealing my fucking heat
and that is just not
acceptable

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[usedtherapy]

Well, luckily for you then I have a handful of Pokemon perfectly willing to assist in keeping them warm.

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[striderismo]

lucky for you you mean
i aint your babymomma and its not me whod be lining up at the homeless shelter looking for blankets for my bundles of joy