Be it grass, fruit, or beasts, whatever you eat, you have to live its part.

[Apollo looks back at the camera after a moment.]

I don't know why anyone would want to have a staring contest. We're talking. Spearow wants me to try and beat the gym. I told him I don't want to.

[By the vaguely distracted and annoyed look on Apollo's face, it's obvious that Fearow (Apollo doesn't know what the evolved form's name is) is still "talking" to him. Loudly.]