Why Armadillomon Shouldn't Drink
Armadillomon was doing the kind of things that armadillos do. What that you say? What DO armadillos do? Hell if I know. But he was doing those things. All of a sudden, Agumon appeared.
What's that you say? Where did he appear from? Again, hell if I know. Just read this thing and stop asking me questions, okay? Good.
Anyhoo, Agumon had appeared, and he asked Armadillomon a question. "Hey, isn't that boring?"
"Not really."
"Oh, c'mon, I KNOW that's GOTTA be boring."
"Well... maybe a little."
"I KNEW it! I know something MUCH more interesting to do!"
"Oh? What?"
Agumon grinned and removed a large bottle from his pocket. Wait a second. Agumon has POCKETS!?!?! Where the hell did he get pockets? Wait a minute. I'm diverging again. Why did you let me do that? Anyhoo, he presented the bottle to Armadillomon, who removed the cap and took a large swig.
"Whoo! What's that?!"
"The alcoholic equivalent of a mugging; expensive and bad for the head."
"Where'd you get that from?"
"Tai."
"Okay. Gimme more!"
Armadillomon grabbed the bottle and drained the thing in a single dang gulp. Agumon's jaw dropped in shock. "That was a FULL bottle! You can't drink all that!"
Armadillomon was well and truly hammered, and he replied, "I can do anyshing I *hic* wanna do!"
"Oh really? I bet you can't digivolve!"
"Whut did you say!? Of coursh I can digivoolve! Wath this! Armadillomon warp-digivolve to... Mega-Huge-Big-Burrowing-Mammalmon!"
"Okaayyy... I'm gonna get the hell outta here before he gets any weirder..."
When Mega-Huge-Big-Burrowing-Mammalmon finally sobered up, it was two weeks later, he was in Atlantic City, and he had an unexplainable chest wound. He solemnly resolved to never drink again. Two weeks later, he got drunk off his ass. Again.
Armadillomon was doing the kind of things that armadillos do. What that you say? What DO armadillos do? Hell if I know. But he was doing those things. All of a sudden, Agumon appeared.
What's that you say? Where did he appear from? Again, hell if I know. Just read this thing and stop asking me questions, okay? Good.
Anyhoo, Agumon had appeared, and he asked Armadillomon a question. "Hey, isn't that boring?"
"Not really."
"Oh, c'mon, I KNOW that's GOTTA be boring."
"Well... maybe a little."
"I KNEW it! I know something MUCH more interesting to do!"
"Oh? What?"
Agumon grinned and removed a large bottle from his pocket. Wait a second. Agumon has POCKETS!?!?! Where the hell did he get pockets? Wait a minute. I'm diverging again. Why did you let me do that? Anyhoo, he presented the bottle to Armadillomon, who removed the cap and took a large swig.
"Whoo! What's that?!"
"The alcoholic equivalent of a mugging; expensive and bad for the head."
"Where'd you get that from?"
"Tai."
"Okay. Gimme more!"
Armadillomon grabbed the bottle and drained the thing in a single dang gulp. Agumon's jaw dropped in shock. "That was a FULL bottle! You can't drink all that!"
Armadillomon was well and truly hammered, and he replied, "I can do anyshing I *hic* wanna do!"
"Oh really? I bet you can't digivolve!"
"Whut did you say!? Of coursh I can digivoolve! Wath this! Armadillomon warp-digivolve to... Mega-Huge-Big-Burrowing-Mammalmon!"
"Okaayyy... I'm gonna get the hell outta here before he gets any weirder..."
When Mega-Huge-Big-Burrowing-Mammalmon finally sobered up, it was two weeks later, he was in Atlantic City, and he had an unexplainable chest wound. He solemnly resolved to never drink again. Two weeks later, he got drunk off his ass. Again.