Y-y-you can't consult a Ghost Type about this, they— [Lampent glanced her way and without mising a beated.] Lamp-pent la. ["Blow it up." Clear, undeniable approval! It even burns its fire hotter, brighter for a moment to emphasize its point!]
They're immoral! [Ghost Types are made of mischief and malice. It was born in his world's equivalent of Hell with all the condemned malicious and wicked, she couldn't possibly...!]
Then, taking the votes of just us adults— children don't get a say, sorry— I dare say it's unanimous!
Hey! I am not a child!
[Duly ignored, as he throws a miniature fit, hands balled up into fists and gritting his teeth!]
no subject
They're immoral! [Ghost Types are made of mischief and malice. It was born in his world's equivalent of Hell with all the condemned malicious and wicked, she couldn't possibly...!]
Then, taking the votes of just us adults— children don't get a say, sorry— I dare say it's unanimous!
Hey! I am not a child!
[Duly ignored, as he throws a miniature fit, hands balled up into fists and gritting his teeth!]