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[For today's broadcast, Harry has holed up somewhere in the ruins outside Violet City. His bag is held in his lap, and sharp-eyed trainers might be able to spot the Absol egg peeking out through the top. Bic, his Quilava, is resting beside him on the ground.]
Why is it that every time I try to leave this city, Pokemon start swarming like crows going after Tippi Hedren? Am I just unlucky or is there some cosmic force that really, REALLY wants me to tour the Bellsprout tower again?
[It probably says something about Harry's life that he actually stops to consider this for a moment before continuing.]
At least they're not attacking the way the Growlithe were, but I'd rather not risk traveling through them just yet. So we're camping tonight.
[A load roar comes from offscreen, and Harry looks up with mild interest. Anyone listening close or who are familiar enough might be able to identify it as the cry of a Gyarados.]
At least Butters is having fun, it looks like.
Why is it that every time I try to leave this city, Pokemon start swarming like crows going after Tippi Hedren? Am I just unlucky or is there some cosmic force that really, REALLY wants me to tour the Bellsprout tower again?
[It probably says something about Harry's life that he actually stops to consider this for a moment before continuing.]
At least they're not attacking the way the Growlithe were, but I'd rather not risk traveling through them just yet. So we're camping tonight.
[A load roar comes from offscreen, and Harry looks up with mild interest. Anyone listening close or who are familiar enough might be able to identify it as the cry of a Gyarados.]
At least Butters is having fun, it looks like.
