[The Pyukumuku slams a fist against the sand, annoyed. She's hardly a good mentor, and small children asking their questions frustrates her easily. People get hurt with sharp objects! Sure, she can heal herself, but that doesn't mean that you should go charging at people with them!
With that, she squelches deeper into herself and seemingly closes off the conversation. She just wants to rest in the sand for a while, thank you very much.
Egon thinks for a moment, staring into the Shuckle's shell, as if it may offer some sort of answer. The Shuckle stares back, blinking.
Slowly, Egon lifts the Shuckle above his head in an almost triumphant fashion. His face and voice absolutely deadpan, he recalls the following name:]
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With that, she squelches deeper into herself and seemingly closes off the conversation. She just wants to rest in the sand for a while, thank you very much.
Egon thinks for a moment, staring into the Shuckle's shell, as if it may offer some sort of answer. The Shuckle stares back, blinking.
Slowly, Egon lifts the Shuckle above his head in an almost triumphant fashion. His face and voice absolutely deadpan, he recalls the following name:]
Karl Wilhelm Gottlieb Leopold Fuckel.