"I'm talking about Keldeo DNA."
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"I'm talking about Keldeo DNA."
"That's pointless though..."
"No, it's not. You lost yours, so we're simply gonna put it back in!"
"...Maxwell, are you s-stupid...?"
"No, but you're a professional idiot to have not realized you were being used by the Project."
OOC: The hot air made the hole bigger, right?
"What? Did someone just use a move that involves hot air? Is anyone even listening?"
"Then give m-me one good reason why I need more Keldeo DNA."
OOC: Heat Wave, to be exact.
An avian Merge stepped though the hole.
"Because you don't have any right now. As far as I know, it'll restore your cardiovascular system."
OOC: That's one small merge o_O
"The hell?! Who're you? Are you Helen's grandfather?!"
OOC: Avian means 'birdlike'. It has no relation to size.
"No. Why the hell would you think that?" F-III quipped.
OOC: I used 'quipped' correctly, right? I'm a stranger to the word. Also, remember that F-III was on the roof of the house, not inside it.
"You are, aren't you...? You can't build a plane without blueprints. I just need to wait for my sword to repair itself..."
OOC: It's fine.
"DNA is the blueprint, dumbass." Maxwell sighed. "Good luck finding a medieval blacksmith."
OOC: I know what avian means! I thought you meant they stepped out of the hole in the collar...
"Oh, it's you. Can you help me destroy this collar thing? I'm not sure how much more I can do without hurting Helen."
"It repairs itself?! Then what was all this panic about?"
"Congratulations... Think about it for a ch-change. My sword is a K-Keldeo horn, so what's a horn...?"
"A horn. A horn. How could losing a simple horn take out your lungs in the first place!?"