Disclaimer: see chap 1.
Note: Sorry Athena, but Mr. T will not be pitying or throwing Davis helluva far for the reason that I'm confining all Davis bashing to chapter 1. I might do it a little, but not much. I thank you for the review though ^_0!
DEMIVEEMON DIGIVOLVE TOOOOOO.........VEEMON!
LEAFMON DIGIVOLVE TOOOOO.......WORMON!
VEEMON DIGIVOLVE TOOOOO.........EXVEEMON!
WORMON DIGIVOLVE TOOOOO.........STINGMON!
EXVEEMON!
STINGMON!
DNA DIGIVOLVE TOOOO.........
PALIDRAMON!
PALIDRAMON MEGA-DIGIVOLVE TOOOO...........
IMPERIALDRAMON!
IMPERIALDRAMON: REGULAR MODE CHANGE TO...
FIGHTER MODE!
IMPERIALDRAMON: FIGHTER MODE CHANGE TOOOOO..............
PALADIN MO...urrgghh!
"What's wrong Imperialdramon?" Inquired the now magically healed Davis
"Too much digivolving.....urgh...hurts bones!" bellowed the holy knight.
Davis and Ken sighed "How many times as Veemon have I told you to drink your milk?"
"Uh, four?"
"I'm pretty sure that if you drank it, maybe your bones wouldn't ache so much now." Responded Ken.
"Before this turns into a big debate, we have to make sure we're ready when Daemon comes back."
"No one asked you TC!"
In some really dark evil looking place not too far away.....
"Master Daemon?" said a Datamon walking into the Dark lord digimon's throne room. "The preparations for the power conversion device are ready and I need your permission to put the power transmitter into your body."
"When can you start?" Said the Demon lord Daemon sitting in his thorn- covered throne.
"Well, the transmitter is actually a group of microscopic nanites that will absorb the energy from the machine and spread the power through your body! I can get it in your system simply by firing this nifty dart gun I got at a flea market! May I? I just want an excuse to use it."
Daemon groaned in response but gestured that Datamon fire his Dart gun already and get it over with. He got hit straight in the arm.
"Start her up!" Datamon said into his radio.
In another room, about half a dozen other Datamon are starting up a machine that looks like something from the mind of Tim Burton on an acid trip. As various gears on the machine kicked into motion and hundreds of thousands of lights winked on, Daemon could momentarily feel the new power surging in his veins.
"DAEMON CORPS." Bellowed Daemon.
LadyDevimon, SkullSatamon, and MarineDevimon emerged from some conveniently placed Shadows.
"Your bidding master?" bellowed SkullSatamon
"It will take me some time to fully gain control of my power, until I can use it properly, you will soften up the chosens. And destroy everything you want until you encounter them."
"We'll hand both their heads AND asses to them on a silver platter master." Hissed LadyDevimon.
"Hey, why do you and SkullSatamon get lines in this scene?"
"SILENCE MARINEDEVIMON!" Screamed Daemon
After making a lip-zip gesture. Marine Devimon and the two other ultimates faded back into the shadows.
In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped a maximum-security stockade, and sought shelter in the Los Angeles Underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you got a problem, and no one else can help, and you know where to find them, you can hire......... THE A-TEAM!
.......In this case we'll just hire one member of the A-Team!
The Lights faded and the 1982 Custom GMC van settled in a fog soaked area.
"That's weird, the weatha man said nuttin' about fog this mornin'! And there ain't any buildin's. This ain't L.A.! Where am I?" questioned a certain mohawked psycho. Last time he checked, he was driving to the L.A. youth center. And if he doesn't find out where he is soon, the milk will spoil. He promptly exited the van to look around and see where he is.
"WELCOME TO OUR DOMAIN!" bellowed a mysterious but unnecessarily loud voice. 'Always wanted to say that.' it whispered.
"Watch where you're yellin, any louder and you'd sound crazier than Murdock! Now show yourself before I come lookin' for ya's!"
In a few short seconds, not one, but rather four enormous monsters appeared, completely surrounding Mr. T. There was a blew-white serpentine dragon with a beard bigger than Face's ego; A fiery Phoenix; A helluva-huge 2-headed turtle with a forest on it's shell; and a beast (I don't have the vaguest idea what Baihumon looks like.). They all focused their attention on the single human that appeared to be wearing 40 pounds of gold around his neck, and didn't even wince in fear of the 4 holy beasts.
"Mr. T!" said the dragon. "It was we who summoned you to the di-"
Mr. T cut him off. "YOU DID THAT!? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKIN' MAKING ME, MR. T! ACTUALLY FLAH? DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE MAKE T FLY?"
"We sincerely apologize for the unpleasant method of transportation we gave you. But this is a grave emergency we know only YOU can resolve!" said the dragon with a trace of nervousness in his voice. A trace big enough for Zhuqiaomon to notice and ponder why a mega-level holy beast digimon should fear a carbon-based life form of all things.
"Specifically, we need yer help to stoppa feisty Viroos digimon called Daemon!" Said Ebonwumon in his typical Irish accent.
"Dae-what? Foo' you gotta slow down! Tell me who's this sucka your jibba- jabberin about or I won't know what to throw!" Said Mr. T
Azulongmon took his time telling a detailed story about Daemon. How he attacked Odaiba; how he wiped the floor with Imperialdramon; how he wanted to get Milleniumon's dark spore from Ken; and how he manipulated a human named Oikawa to plant dozens of other dark spores into little kids, which really upset Mr. T because Mr. T likes kids, and even though it enhances their athletic and academic skills, it's not worth it when they become evil like Ken did when he became the Digimon Emperor. Kids their age should be going to youth centers, playing sports, making ashtrays (which is weird because Mr. T doesn't condone smoking) and learnin' themselves a good trade so they can be somebody instead of somebody's fool.
"That Daemon foo' sounds crazier than Murdock, and he's got more rocks in his head than this Davis kid you're talkin' about. Consider Daemon thrown!" Said Mr. T.
"We knew you would comply mohawked one, now we can send you back to the real world so you can confront this new threat" bellowed Baihumon.
"We have to concentrate all of are mental power to open a portal big enough for Mr. T to drive his van through. It will take all of us so-"
Azulongmon was cut off by the human hating phoenix, Zhuqiaomon.
"Azulongmon have you been smoking crack!? This human will be made mincemeat by Daemon! Don't you realize how fragile those worthless wastes of carbon are!?"
"Whatchu say Zhuqiao-sucka?"
Zhuqiaomon, not having the vaguest idea of who he's dealing with, blabbed all his feelings on the issue.
"Come on! This mohawked psycho wouldn't be able to get within 100 feet of a champion level digimon! Let alone a Mega like me or Daemon or the rest of you for that matter! And you know what, what kind of human gets a haircut like that these days, the guy's obviously a psycho, there's no doubt about it, after all, Mo-HACKK'S-" Zhuqiaomon was cut off along with his air supply as Mr.T, unaffected by the flames the phoenix digimon was giving off, grabbed his throat and drew back his free arm, threatening to punch Zhuqiaomon's beak off his face.
"You was sayin' sucka?" He said as he loosened grip on the phoenix's throat to let it speak.
"Um, I was saying that I'd be more than HAPPY to help send you back to your world to stop Daemon!"
"That's more like it!"
Mr. T let go of the phoenix and returned too his van to turn the keys. Azulongmon thought just maybe he was going overkill by sending Mr. T in to defeat Daemon. The 4 holy beasts concentrated their thoughts on sending Mr. T home as he started his van's engine. The forests on Ebonwumon's back glowed and Zhuqiaomon's fires flared up. A portal drew open and Mr. T hit the gas going from zero to 300 in 0.003 seconds. The sovereign's were surprised that Mr. T took less time than they expected him to get through the portal so they weren't surprised that they didn't feel tired when they closed the portal.
Azulongmon grinned, when the other three Sovereign's left, with nobody looking he let a bag of a grass like substance drop from his beard, somehow rolled it up into a piece of paper, lit it and smoked it, 8 minutes later he was talking to a hallucination of a pink mammothmon.
"Can you believe it smokey? They actually thought I was smoking crack! Like I'd go THAT far!" He said laughing.
Next time: Mr. T vs. the Daemon Corps.
Note: Sorry Athena, but Mr. T will not be pitying or throwing Davis helluva far for the reason that I'm confining all Davis bashing to chapter 1. I might do it a little, but not much. I thank you for the review though ^_0!
DEMIVEEMON DIGIVOLVE TOOOOOO.........VEEMON!
LEAFMON DIGIVOLVE TOOOOO.......WORMON!
VEEMON DIGIVOLVE TOOOOO.........EXVEEMON!
WORMON DIGIVOLVE TOOOOO.........STINGMON!
EXVEEMON!
STINGMON!
DNA DIGIVOLVE TOOOO.........
PALIDRAMON!
PALIDRAMON MEGA-DIGIVOLVE TOOOO...........
IMPERIALDRAMON!
IMPERIALDRAMON: REGULAR MODE CHANGE TO...
FIGHTER MODE!
IMPERIALDRAMON: FIGHTER MODE CHANGE TOOOOO..............
PALADIN MO...urrgghh!
"What's wrong Imperialdramon?" Inquired the now magically healed Davis
"Too much digivolving.....urgh...hurts bones!" bellowed the holy knight.
Davis and Ken sighed "How many times as Veemon have I told you to drink your milk?"
"Uh, four?"
"I'm pretty sure that if you drank it, maybe your bones wouldn't ache so much now." Responded Ken.
"Before this turns into a big debate, we have to make sure we're ready when Daemon comes back."
"No one asked you TC!"
In some really dark evil looking place not too far away.....
"Master Daemon?" said a Datamon walking into the Dark lord digimon's throne room. "The preparations for the power conversion device are ready and I need your permission to put the power transmitter into your body."
"When can you start?" Said the Demon lord Daemon sitting in his thorn- covered throne.
"Well, the transmitter is actually a group of microscopic nanites that will absorb the energy from the machine and spread the power through your body! I can get it in your system simply by firing this nifty dart gun I got at a flea market! May I? I just want an excuse to use it."
Daemon groaned in response but gestured that Datamon fire his Dart gun already and get it over with. He got hit straight in the arm.
"Start her up!" Datamon said into his radio.
In another room, about half a dozen other Datamon are starting up a machine that looks like something from the mind of Tim Burton on an acid trip. As various gears on the machine kicked into motion and hundreds of thousands of lights winked on, Daemon could momentarily feel the new power surging in his veins.
"DAEMON CORPS." Bellowed Daemon.
LadyDevimon, SkullSatamon, and MarineDevimon emerged from some conveniently placed Shadows.
"Your bidding master?" bellowed SkullSatamon
"It will take me some time to fully gain control of my power, until I can use it properly, you will soften up the chosens. And destroy everything you want until you encounter them."
"We'll hand both their heads AND asses to them on a silver platter master." Hissed LadyDevimon.
"Hey, why do you and SkullSatamon get lines in this scene?"
"SILENCE MARINEDEVIMON!" Screamed Daemon
After making a lip-zip gesture. Marine Devimon and the two other ultimates faded back into the shadows.
In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped a maximum-security stockade, and sought shelter in the Los Angeles Underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you got a problem, and no one else can help, and you know where to find them, you can hire......... THE A-TEAM!
.......In this case we'll just hire one member of the A-Team!
The Lights faded and the 1982 Custom GMC van settled in a fog soaked area.
"That's weird, the weatha man said nuttin' about fog this mornin'! And there ain't any buildin's. This ain't L.A.! Where am I?" questioned a certain mohawked psycho. Last time he checked, he was driving to the L.A. youth center. And if he doesn't find out where he is soon, the milk will spoil. He promptly exited the van to look around and see where he is.
"WELCOME TO OUR DOMAIN!" bellowed a mysterious but unnecessarily loud voice. 'Always wanted to say that.' it whispered.
"Watch where you're yellin, any louder and you'd sound crazier than Murdock! Now show yourself before I come lookin' for ya's!"
In a few short seconds, not one, but rather four enormous monsters appeared, completely surrounding Mr. T. There was a blew-white serpentine dragon with a beard bigger than Face's ego; A fiery Phoenix; A helluva-huge 2-headed turtle with a forest on it's shell; and a beast (I don't have the vaguest idea what Baihumon looks like.). They all focused their attention on the single human that appeared to be wearing 40 pounds of gold around his neck, and didn't even wince in fear of the 4 holy beasts.
"Mr. T!" said the dragon. "It was we who summoned you to the di-"
Mr. T cut him off. "YOU DID THAT!? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKIN' MAKING ME, MR. T! ACTUALLY FLAH? DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE MAKE T FLY?"
"We sincerely apologize for the unpleasant method of transportation we gave you. But this is a grave emergency we know only YOU can resolve!" said the dragon with a trace of nervousness in his voice. A trace big enough for Zhuqiaomon to notice and ponder why a mega-level holy beast digimon should fear a carbon-based life form of all things.
"Specifically, we need yer help to stoppa feisty Viroos digimon called Daemon!" Said Ebonwumon in his typical Irish accent.
"Dae-what? Foo' you gotta slow down! Tell me who's this sucka your jibba- jabberin about or I won't know what to throw!" Said Mr. T
Azulongmon took his time telling a detailed story about Daemon. How he attacked Odaiba; how he wiped the floor with Imperialdramon; how he wanted to get Milleniumon's dark spore from Ken; and how he manipulated a human named Oikawa to plant dozens of other dark spores into little kids, which really upset Mr. T because Mr. T likes kids, and even though it enhances their athletic and academic skills, it's not worth it when they become evil like Ken did when he became the Digimon Emperor. Kids their age should be going to youth centers, playing sports, making ashtrays (which is weird because Mr. T doesn't condone smoking) and learnin' themselves a good trade so they can be somebody instead of somebody's fool.
"That Daemon foo' sounds crazier than Murdock, and he's got more rocks in his head than this Davis kid you're talkin' about. Consider Daemon thrown!" Said Mr. T.
"We knew you would comply mohawked one, now we can send you back to the real world so you can confront this new threat" bellowed Baihumon.
"We have to concentrate all of are mental power to open a portal big enough for Mr. T to drive his van through. It will take all of us so-"
Azulongmon was cut off by the human hating phoenix, Zhuqiaomon.
"Azulongmon have you been smoking crack!? This human will be made mincemeat by Daemon! Don't you realize how fragile those worthless wastes of carbon are!?"
"Whatchu say Zhuqiao-sucka?"
Zhuqiaomon, not having the vaguest idea of who he's dealing with, blabbed all his feelings on the issue.
"Come on! This mohawked psycho wouldn't be able to get within 100 feet of a champion level digimon! Let alone a Mega like me or Daemon or the rest of you for that matter! And you know what, what kind of human gets a haircut like that these days, the guy's obviously a psycho, there's no doubt about it, after all, Mo-HACKK'S-" Zhuqiaomon was cut off along with his air supply as Mr.T, unaffected by the flames the phoenix digimon was giving off, grabbed his throat and drew back his free arm, threatening to punch Zhuqiaomon's beak off his face.
"You was sayin' sucka?" He said as he loosened grip on the phoenix's throat to let it speak.
"Um, I was saying that I'd be more than HAPPY to help send you back to your world to stop Daemon!"
"That's more like it!"
Mr. T let go of the phoenix and returned too his van to turn the keys. Azulongmon thought just maybe he was going overkill by sending Mr. T in to defeat Daemon. The 4 holy beasts concentrated their thoughts on sending Mr. T home as he started his van's engine. The forests on Ebonwumon's back glowed and Zhuqiaomon's fires flared up. A portal drew open and Mr. T hit the gas going from zero to 300 in 0.003 seconds. The sovereign's were surprised that Mr. T took less time than they expected him to get through the portal so they weren't surprised that they didn't feel tired when they closed the portal.
Azulongmon grinned, when the other three Sovereign's left, with nobody looking he let a bag of a grass like substance drop from his beard, somehow rolled it up into a piece of paper, lit it and smoked it, 8 minutes later he was talking to a hallucination of a pink mammothmon.
"Can you believe it smokey? They actually thought I was smoking crack! Like I'd go THAT far!" He said laughing.
Next time: Mr. T vs. the Daemon Corps.
