Ditto had just professed his love for his sweetheart, Ditto.
"Oh, my darling Ditto, I love you too, but we're simply not meant to be! We're star-crossed lovers, as mismatched for each other as a Skitty and a Wailord. For we Ditto – we "prefer to play with others", if you catch my drift. We "don't seem to like" just about every species of Pokémon there is, some even depending on us for existence – but with two Ditto – neither shall ever lay an egg. I'm sorry, my love."
Ditto scrutinised her, cocking his brow.
"So how the fuck do we exist?"