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"You have reached Dr. Egon Spengler. Please leave a message, preferably fifty words or less."

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[ghoststanning]

Hey, if we do get sucked in, then we'd know we're on the right track!

[Ray goes to tinker on his side, but he soon pauses, looking guilty.]

Hey, uh, I want to apologize for scaring you guys back there, especially after I already scared you guys for falling into a coma awhile back.

[It's sadstuck time.]

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[i hate you keep using sadstuck and keep reminding me i used it in the first place :^(

Egon doesn't look up from his work, though he does frown lightly.]

There's no need to apologize. I've noticed there is a statistical tendency for harmful incidents to occur to us while exploring unknown areas charged with psychokinetic energy.

[...So he's saying they're trouble magnets.]

And, anyways, this is only a slight hiccup in whatever plans we had. You'll be back on your feet sooner than you realize.

[ghoststanning]

[;) ;)

That earns a smile from Ray.]

Still, I feel like I've been on the brunt end of a lot of pain lately, I think it's about time for one of you guys to have something bad happen to them!

[True love: telling your bfs they should get hurt.]

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[Oh, Ray. Oh sweet baby Ray. Don't say that. Because as soon as he does, Egon pokes at a part in the PokéBall, and an arc of electricity hits him right on the back of his hand. Cringing, he pulls his hand away and says flatly:]

Ouch.

[The electricity immediately makes Riley react. Dad hurt?! She'll fight it! Before Egon or Ray can react, she dives towards the offending PokéBall, jaws opened wide as she crunches right down on the device. The wires sputter and spark as bits of metal get ground between her teeth. Satisfied that the evil is dead, she spits out the other parts onto Ray's lap and trots up to him, expecting to be pet.]