That’s an odd question. Of course we know other instruments exist! —LH
Naturally. There’s the vuvuzela, the trombone, the [MESSAGE INTERRUPTED] —Bill
That’s an odd question. Of course we know other instruments exist! —LH
Naturally. There’s the vuvuzela, the trombone, the [MESSAGE INTERRUPTED] —Bill
Goodness no! Their eggs are exclusively for forcing onto those around them in highly aggressive attempts to heal and bring happiness to others!
Have you tried a nice rock?
(This might sound like I’m joshing you, but actually, rocks are highly effective for curbing a fanged rock-type’s tendency to bite. Leather strips and raw bones—never cooked ones!—are likewise pretty effective, although they don’t last as long as stone. You may find some sandstone or limestone chew toys in your local pokémart, on that note.)
Burmy will often cling to whatever cloak it built prior to entering that environment, actually, and if it loses it and has nothing to use instead, it will simply go naked. Naked burmy are not actually in any danger in terms of health; they simply can’t be used for battle because they’re particularly vulnerable. In this state, they lose their secondary typing (that is, they’re simply bug), which means they lose the weaknesses of whatever that typing was, sure, but on the other hand, their defensive capabilities are hindered to the point where even the slightest Tackle can knock them out. It’s just not worth using them for battle.
Of course, it’s also worth noting that burmy can be particularly creative, and even if a burmy is wrapped up in plain pieces of paper, seafaring navigational tools, and wiring from a boat’s motor, that will still count as a trash cloak burmy, typing and all. It will also count as an effective way to strand you out at sea, so it’s not something I would particularly recommend, no.
Sometimes they do, actually. For some lotad, it’s much like using a weighted blanket or getting petted: it’s a source of constant physical contact. Just make sure she doesn’t carry anything too heavy, and it wouldn’t hurt to give her a little extra actual physical contact (with petting and so forth) now and then.
Best of luck!
Actually, most of the arbok you’ll see on TV are either:
1. Trained to be that aggressive (for entertainment purposes or because battle-ready arbok will usually be aggressive for fairly apparent reasons).
2. Wild (and thus aggressive to defend itself).
However, tamed arbok will tend to be as gentle as their trainers want them to be, so if you raise your ekans to be gentle and sweet, you’ll end up with a gentle and sweet arbok. The only thing to note is that it is true that a pokémon’s personality changes slightly after it evolves, but it’s not in the way one might think. It’s not a dramatic or otherwise drastic change; rather, it’s a transition into maturity. If your ekans is playful, he may be more reserved after evolving. Alternatively, if your ekans is shy, he may be more energetic or outgoing as an “adult.” In other words, he won’t be dangerous, but it wouldn’t hurt to keep an eye out for shifts towards a more mature personality.
Of course not! They simply closed themselves after I closed the time capsule gateway.
I think.
Look, if they hadn’t, Violet City would have completely disappeared from existence. It was a perfectly safe experiment.
No, and apparently, I’m not allowed to.
Because you tore holes in the space-time continuum with the last dimensional experiments you tried. —LH
Those were time travel experiments, and the universe got better, didn’t it? —Bill
…I think. —Bill
Technically, yes. Also technically, so is what the suitor in question tried to do.

That was pretty much the entire story. He was a terrible human being; I used Moonblast to politely ask him to keep his hands to himself, get off my property, and honor Misty’s wish to not be contacted again unless he would like me to track him down and throw him into the sea.
Fun fact: “Throw one into the sea” is Goldenrod slang for ruining a person’s future prospects.
And also literally throwing a person into the sea.
I meant both.
I’ve noticed.
Much of the time, I really try to ignore the happy couples. Luckily, they tend to stay away from my home and garden, likely to avoid being watched, and those ones often quickly realize that the beach is full of krabby that are rather intolerant to any human who isn’t me. However, yes, there are a few instances now and then of bolder teens who seem to think I care about their exploits, and only then is it really a bother. (I’ve had to put a fence around said garden to safeguard my, er, collection of herbs. It and my venusaur have been highly effective of keeping trespassers off my property for the most part.)
Just about the only case I actually do look out for is Misty herself, partly to discourage her from advertising my front yard as a romantic getaway and partly because she has the absolute worst taste in men, and I frankly worry about her sometimes. (To make a very long story short, it’s made our friendship quite fascinating. We meet for coffee once a month to talk about men and complain about our respective sisters. All because I had my clefairy use Moonblast on a particularly terrible suitor.)