[There's hardly any warning before Egon bursts into the room, holding something in his arms. He seems unusually excited--at least, more excited than he seems when working on any sort of experiment with his partners.]
Peter. Peter, look at this.
[He shoves a blue shrimp-like creature right in Venkman's face. The Clauncher blinks, her antenna waving about gently and clicking her claws as a greeting. Her large claw remains half-open, like a cowboy waiting to draw his pistol. Resting in his other arm is a round, centipede-like creature, staring at Venkman like a cat observing its prey.]
Remember the pistol shrimp I obtained earlier this week? Based on what you have told me about American Western culture and historical figures, I have finally settled on a name for her--Doc Holliday. What do you think?
[Doc clicks her claw at Venkman, tilting her head towards him.]
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Peter. Peter, look at this.
[He shoves a blue shrimp-like creature right in Venkman's face. The Clauncher blinks, her antenna waving about gently and clicking her claws as a greeting. Her large claw remains half-open, like a cowboy waiting to draw his pistol. Resting in his other arm is a round, centipede-like creature, staring at Venkman like a cat observing its prey.]
Remember the pistol shrimp I obtained earlier this week? Based on what you have told me about American Western culture and historical figures, I have finally settled on a name for her--Doc Holliday. What do you think?
[Doc clicks her claw at Venkman, tilting her head towards him.]