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Now, if I may: thanks to an incident in the late 2020s, Jamie invented a nickname for El that he and Midnight use just to embarrass him in situations like these. You could probably guess what it is, based solely on what I've told you before about El.
Thank you. And note that what Midnight is about to do may count as Humour Dissonance. It's childish to us, but to Mid and Jamie, it's hilarious- especially since El's the target.
Chao-raising was fun, but I've grown too attached to them, to the point that I don't go into the Gardens anymore. As I recall, their entire lifespan totals around 4 hours, and I'd rather they don't die on me.
Yes and no. IIRC, their stats do affect their emotiball, BUT it's their stats before they evolve that determines their emotiball's colour after they evolve.
The exception is if you give them a Skeleton Dog, which turns their emotiball into a blue-purple flame, and enables them to put stuff on their head.
Another one, also from him: remember that time I had laryngitis? I told him I had laryngitis quite clearly (if quietly, because, y'know...laryngitis), and his response:
"OHMIGOD MENINGITIS?! ARE YOU GONNA DIE OR SOMETHING?!"
...And he wants to be a doctor.
...Actually, that reminds me, a friend of mine from my old school (that is to say, the school I went to up until June 27th this year; I love calling it my old school; I resented it so) wants to be a doctor when he grows up. Bear that in mind. One day, I told him that my mother had gone to hospital the day before for a hysterectomy, and his response was:
"Wait, so she doesn't have a v*gina anymore?"
*le facepalm*
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