Oh no. It's like I'm surrounded by eggs. What am I, a father now? That's scary. I'm not ready. What am I gonna do now? It's like I have only four friends left. Do I really have to talk about how much Pikachu in the forest there still are? Yes, I must. I'm the smart kind of Pikachu around here. Kind of. I sometimes cry every night, wondering where my family might be. Where are they? I will find them someday. If I can.
