"Chrysalis, maneuver me!" you commanded as you tucked Pupa into your shirt, letting her head emerged from the collar, the goo keeping her stuck to you pretty well. Amused by the order, Chrysalis moved you around so you could catch the falling larvae, and was reward with the even more humorous name declarations. "This one is Hopper! And this one is Molt! This here is Bugsy! Oooh, here's Flea! Just grabbed El Presidente!"