Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fanfic, except Matt and E-mo... I mean Darkmon.
Matt and Darkmon were heading towards Fire Village.
Matt: So, shouldn't I have black towers or something?
Darkmon: No! That was the Digimon Emperor's thing! You got to come up with your own stuff?
Matt: Can I still use those kickass black collars that make digimon do my bidding?
Darkmon: I think you need a crest for that?
Matt: How the fuck do I do that?
Darkmon: You prove that you are powerful in that trait.
Matt: But the Digimon Emperor had kindness, and he enslaved digimon?
Darkmon: Well, the Digimon Emperor isn't evil anymore!
Matt: Damn, so, why are we going to Fire Village?
Darkmon: One digimon does not a revolution make. We need some followers, so we're gonna try and recruit some evil fire digimon.
Matt: LIKE SKULLGREYMON?
Darkmon: Maybe an Agumon, it only a village, we'd be lucky if we found mostly rookies.
Matt: Damn, but gotta start some where!
Matt and Darkmon then walked until they reached Fire Village.
Matt: It's fucking hot!
Darkmon: No dip, R-tard!
Matt, sad: I'm not an r-tard. (Yes, I saw the new South Park.)
The two then walked into the nearby bar.
Matt, wearing a cowboy hat: I'm look'n fer the baddest of the bad digimon!
C-crestmon: I'm a pretty bad boy!
Matt: DARKMON! SHADOW FLAME!
Darkmon: Shadow Flame!
Darkmon shot out a black fireball at C-crestmon, the hidden in the closet digimon, knocking him out instantly.
Matt, running out of the bar: IT WAS A FUCKING GAY BAR!
Darkmon: I'm sorry! How was I supposed to know?
Matt, pointing to the sign: It was called "Butt Pirates V.S. Ass Ninjas: The Ultimate Battle!"
Darkmon: ...Uh,... I'm Darkmon! The Evil Digimon!
Matt: Hahahahaha! I win!
Darkmon: Screw it! Let's try a different bar.
Matt and Darkmon then set out to find a non-gay bar. Really,... I'M SERIOUS!
Nothing much to say, but REVIEW YOU LAZY ASS PIECE OF SHIT READERS! Or do want to be like my lazy ass friend Pat, who never updates! I like pie! Meeps!