Guilmon loved balls. He really couldn't help it. It seemed to be part of his very nature.
Small balls. Big balls. Fuzzy balls. Smooth balls. Wrinkled balls.
All balls were equals to him.
Loose balls. Leathery balls. Light balls. Heavy balls. Bumpy balls.
He loved to play with balls.
Balls were to be munched on, fondled, rolled, nuzzled and, on occasion, kicked.
Not everybody agreed with Guilmon's love of balls. It had caused more than an headache for Takato. And now he made a point of making sure never to let Guilmon within sighting range of a sports equipment shop.
Notes: How bad a place did your mind go to? I am not only going to be crunchy and crispy, I am going to be damn tasty!