So that's why your hand looked so terrible on New Years. How long does the effect hang around?
Containment unit's not a bad idea. I think we're still... At least a few hours from the nearest city, and that's if I get that ostrich to hurry. I don't wanna carry a deer that whole time.
Alright, little guy. I'm gonna grab something from my bag- it's not gonna hurt ya.
[Venkman half turns to dig through the main pocket in the bag, taking his eyes off the Deerling for the moment. Unfortunately, by partially healing the Deerling, he's allowed it to get some of its strength back.
You know where this is going.
As far as kicks go, it's not as bad as it could've been, since the Deerling is still lying on its side with a giant isopod sitting on top of it. But Venkman still doubles over, wheezing from the impact to his gut.]
MOTHERFUCKER!
[The Deerling appears startled by the shout, but only manages to stumble when it tries to run away. It bleats again.]
Yeah, yeah, you have- no right to complain. That hurt, you ungrateful little bastard. [He sucks in a breath, feeling at his stomach where the hoof nailed him.] Little higher up and you could've cracked my ribs, and then where would we be? Both of us stranded in the woods together, relying on the kindness of the ostrich to see if they'd drag us to a center or abandon us to die.
[Venkman finally finds a Pokeball, and looks at the Deerling, unimpressed.]
Alright. You're going in this thing, and you're not gonna give me any trouble about it. Because otherwise I have to hold you for the next god-knows-how-long. And you don't want that.
[He clicks the latch on the Pokeball, and the red light flashes, enveloping the Deerling, who bleats in concern and tries to back away. It disappears into the ball, and Venkman glares at it as it wriggles back and forth.]
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Containment unit's not a bad idea. I think we're still... At least a few hours from the nearest city, and that's if I get that ostrich to hurry. I don't wanna carry a deer that whole time.
Alright, little guy. I'm gonna grab something from my bag- it's not gonna hurt ya.
[Venkman half turns to dig through the main pocket in the bag, taking his eyes off the Deerling for the moment. Unfortunately, by partially healing the Deerling, he's allowed it to get some of its strength back.
You know where this is going.
As far as kicks go, it's not as bad as it could've been, since the Deerling is still lying on its side with a giant isopod sitting on top of it. But Venkman still doubles over, wheezing from the impact to his gut.]
MOTHERFUCKER!
[The Deerling appears startled by the shout, but only manages to stumble when it tries to run away. It bleats again.]
Yeah, yeah, you have- no right to complain. That hurt, you ungrateful little bastard. [He sucks in a breath, feeling at his stomach where the hoof nailed him.] Little higher up and you could've cracked my ribs, and then where would we be? Both of us stranded in the woods together, relying on the kindness of the ostrich to see if they'd drag us to a center or abandon us to die.
[Venkman finally finds a Pokeball, and looks at the Deerling, unimpressed.]
Alright. You're going in this thing, and you're not gonna give me any trouble about it. Because otherwise I have to hold you for the next god-knows-how-long. And you don't want that.
[He clicks the latch on the Pokeball, and the red light flashes, enveloping the Deerling, who bleats in concern and tries to back away. It disappears into the ball, and Venkman glares at it as it wriggles back and forth.]