[It's gay rights! Egon gently squeezes Ray's hand.
Sir Wigglesworth tilts his head to the side before stomping his foot against the ground. The Weedle doesn't seem to care and nibbles on a leaf. He snorts, then trots back to join the group, keeping a watchful eye for any possible threats.]
You mean Snivy, correct? I believe that their eventual loss of legs in the species' subsequent evolutions must point towards the idea that the snakes in this world evolved in a similar manner to those in our world.
[Faraday slowly walks through the underbrush, her roots skittering along like a strange spider. Occasionally, she'll peer towards the boys to make sure they're still in sight, but she seems to be focused on her own thing right now.]
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Sir Wigglesworth tilts his head to the side before stomping his foot against the ground. The Weedle doesn't seem to care and nibbles on a leaf. He snorts, then trots back to join the group, keeping a watchful eye for any possible threats.]
You mean Snivy, correct? I believe that their eventual loss of legs in the species' subsequent evolutions must point towards the idea that the snakes in this world evolved in a similar manner to those in our world.
[Faraday slowly walks through the underbrush, her roots skittering along like a strange spider. Occasionally, she'll peer towards the boys to make sure they're still in sight, but she seems to be focused on her own thing right now.]