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[Who is holding the 'Gear? It can't be Stitch cause he is walking. (He seems to have grown accustomed to his new long legs by the way) Oh, it must be his Derppip. And now Stitch is giving the camera a death glare.]
Stop that.
[When the Hoppip doesn't stop and just keeps recording its trainers grumpy face, Stitch mutters on.]
You shouldn't be able to carry that. You just stay afloat on the air due to the air currents, and that thing is too heavy to be lifted by the wind. Holding it should make you drop to the ground.
[He stares at Thing, expecting it to do exactly that. Since he just informed the Hoppip of it's limitations, it ought to realize it and then suddenly crash down.]
[When it doesn't, Stitch sighs.]
Yeah, keep defying this planet's physics, do that...
[They keep going, and the view floats pleasantly around showing either Stitch or the surroundings. By the looks of it, they're in Cherrygrove! Fantastic.]
HAAAAAAARGHGR!
[The sudden outburst's lack of warning makes the 'Gear-holder wobble, and the view shakes uncontrollably untill it finally falls down, reaching the ground with a violent THUMP and some lines of static.]
[Something green obscures the view, and the 'Gear has a hard time focusing on it. It's too close dammit!]
Oh shit, what... what the... shit- what is... fuck!
[It's Stitch's voice... and he sounds truly horrified.]
[The blurry greenness that covered the screen moves away. Seems like it was one of Thing's leaves, or whatever those things on its head are. Said Hoppip woobles its way over to Stitch, the usual smile replaced with an O: -face of surprise. In fact, of you squint it might even look little worried.]
[For all of you in Cherrygrove who can see Stitch, he is staring at his own reflection in the PokéMart window.]
Stop that.
[When the Hoppip doesn't stop and just keeps recording its trainers grumpy face, Stitch mutters on.]
You shouldn't be able to carry that. You just stay afloat on the air due to the air currents, and that thing is too heavy to be lifted by the wind. Holding it should make you drop to the ground.
[He stares at Thing, expecting it to do exactly that. Since he just informed the Hoppip of it's limitations, it ought to realize it and then suddenly crash down.]
[When it doesn't, Stitch sighs.]
Yeah, keep defying this planet's physics, do that...
[They keep going, and the view floats pleasantly around showing either Stitch or the surroundings. By the looks of it, they're in Cherrygrove! Fantastic.]
HAAAAAAARGHGR!
[The sudden outburst's lack of warning makes the 'Gear-holder wobble, and the view shakes uncontrollably untill it finally falls down, reaching the ground with a violent THUMP and some lines of static.]
[Something green obscures the view, and the 'Gear has a hard time focusing on it. It's too close dammit!]
Oh shit, what... what the... shit- what is... fuck!
[It's Stitch's voice... and he sounds truly horrified.]
[The blurry greenness that covered the screen moves away. Seems like it was one of Thing's leaves, or whatever those things on its head are. Said Hoppip woobles its way over to Stitch, the usual smile replaced with an O: -face of surprise. In fact, of you squint it might even look little worried.]
[For all of you in Cherrygrove who can see Stitch, he is staring at his own reflection in the PokéMart window.]
