[Impmon spent his time skulking through the city, doing his best to keep the distance between him and Leatherhead. The digimon spies an argument. Ah, interesting, new meat! Maybe he can throw in his two cents.
The digimon's leaning against the wall as he watches the argument unfold.]
Ain't that like a human? You either get saddled with the dumb ones or the nutsos.
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The digimon's leaning against the wall as he watches the argument unfold.]
Ain't that like a human? You either get saddled with the dumb ones or the nutsos.