[Otherwise she'd just have left you there in your candlelit stupor.]
[Butch waddles back, happily hugging the little Litwick to his chest. Between the wet mucus covering his body and his high level, the baby candle ghost wouldn't be able to do much more than sizzle angrily in his grasp.]
[Meanwhile, Heather leans over the groggy photographer.]
[Action]
[Otherwise she'd just have left you there in your candlelit stupor.]
[Butch waddles back, happily hugging the little Litwick to his chest. Between the wet mucus covering his body and his high level, the baby candle ghost wouldn't be able to do much more than sizzle angrily in his grasp.]
[Meanwhile, Heather leans over the groggy photographer.]
Me.
What the hell happened, dude? Are you okay?