Oh, I'll give you feedback, Spengs- the name sucks and you should feel bad.
[The Fletchling lands on top of the Wimpod, who is still running around in excitement. It chirps merrily as it rides the isopod around.
A large crack appears, and a tiny paw sticks out and flexes its claws. Then- huh. A bright light envelopes the egg, and the camera jerks back as Venkman stumbles.]
Whoa, hold on, why's the baby exploding-
[The light fades. Where the egg once was, there's now only scattered eggshells, and one tiny Litten curled into a ball.]
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[The Fletchling lands on top of the Wimpod, who is still running around in excitement. It chirps merrily as it rides the isopod around.
A large crack appears, and a tiny paw sticks out and flexes its claws. Then- huh. A bright light envelopes the egg, and the camera jerks back as Venkman stumbles.]
Whoa, hold on, why's the baby exploding-
[The light fades. Where the egg once was, there's now only scattered eggshells, and one tiny Litten curled into a ball.]