Bad move, Honey. A low growl of his own issues from Apemon as he leans over the stand once more, positively looming over the small Digimon as he grunts. "...Who ya callin' jerk, pint size?"

His lip curls back in something of a snarl as his fists only ball tighter. It looks like he's been rather bored with how slow things have been around here as of late. He wouldn't mind getting to break some heads to let off some steam.