[John is filming from somewhere outside in Celadon, riding on the shoulders of his Dusknoir while his newly-acquired Omanyte rides on his shoulder in return. Just another day in the fossil apocalypse, let's fight off as many of these as we can.]

Ewww... still having trouble with Grimers too, huh? Jeez. I don't blame you for wanting to burn them all. But you were right though, not all of them are bad! Worst Davy Jones here [He points to the Omanyte who gurgles and flails his tentacles in what can only be a friendly wave.] has done is splash water on the floor. Well... that and I am fairly sure he tried to mate with my fiancée's socks... [While they were still on her feet...] But yeah, some of them are just happy to be alive again and more curious than anything. Wish they would pass those feelings along to the rest of their buddies though.

[As if to prove his point, an Aerodactyl swoops down to take a swipe at John, only to get hit with a blast of Night Shade from the Dusknoir as John ducks to avoid the claws.]

The rampaging is, admittedly, getting a bit old.