User blog comment:FashionRox669/Collaborative fANT-Fiction: Folive, The Draft/@comment-5762864-20121231012747/@comment-5040741-20121231181849

Love it! I just added a bit of the Bulbasaur touch (i.e., fixing your grammar). Here's the edited version. Is it okay?

 "How are we going to find him?" Fletcher asked me. I heard his voice loud and clear.

 Chyna then walked into the ANT Farm, singing, of course.

 " ♫ What's going ♫ … Excuse me. What’s going on?" she asked us.

 "Hegel isn’t dead!" Fletcher said.

 "But didn't I sort of kill him by overfeeding him?" she asked.

 "Yeah you did," I said. "How do you know it's mine?" I asked, turning back to Angus.

 "When I was trying to destroy Hegel myself," Angus said, "I figured I would add a GPS to it. So in case someone fixed Hegel or he fixed himself somehow, I would assume you would take it where ever you..."

 "Are you stalking me?!" I screamed

 "Of course not... babe!" Angus replied. “I just wanted to make sure Hegel would be safe.”