His butterfly didn't like it either, so much so that Jinga ended up putting the thing away where the butterfly couldn't poke at it. If he was to be honest with himself, he didn't want to examine why they were given those things too closely, especially since before they had been plagued by the ghostly memory-sharing animals similar to the CYbuddies. He looked at the candroids and then glanced down at his butterfly.
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His butterfly didn't like it either, so much so that Jinga ended up putting the thing away where the butterfly couldn't poke at it. If he was to be honest with himself, he didn't want to examine why they were given those things too closely, especially since before they had been plagued by the ghostly memory-sharing animals similar to the CYbuddies. He looked at the candroids and then glanced down at his butterfly.
"Did it resemble the ghostly animals you had?"