Matt here: Nothing much to say, but... uh... I really have nothing to say. SO REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! I like pie! Meeps!
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Matt and company were at the giant metal gates of the Agumon Village.

Matt: How the fuck are we supposed to get in?

Darkmon: I have an idea!

Darkmon then knocked on the door, causing a ToyAgumon to pop his head out of a hole.

Darkmon: Can we come in?

ToyAgumon: No one see's the wizard! No way, no why, no how!

Matt: How much crack have you been smoking?

ToyAgumon: ONLY 10 GRAMS! ...a minute.

Matt, pushing Darkmon out of the way: I'll take care of this!

ToyAgumon: YOU CAN'T COME IN! Your not an Agumon!

Matt: Are you?

ToyAgumon: I'M AN AGUMON!

Matt: Uh-hu, sure you are.

ToyAgumon, jumping out of the hole: I'll prove it to you! Fight me!

Pyromon, chuckling: I can not believe he just did that!

ToyAgumon: What do you mean?

Darkmon: It was obviously a trap!

ToyAgumon: What do you mean?

Matt: Well, for starters, you left the doors open!

ToyAgumon: Well, I'm blocking the doors! So you have to get past me!

Matt: We already are!

ToyAgumon: But, I see you right in front of me!

Matt: Or do you?

Matt, Darkmon, and Pyromon all fell to the ground, reveling that they were cardboard cutouts.

ToyAgumon: Wha...

Matt had then shot ToyAgumon in the back of the head with a chicken, that, for some reason, exposed his fractal code.

ToyAgumon: But... how?

Matt, dark digivice in scanning mode: It's my story bitch! Get used to it!

Matt then scanned up ToyAgumon's data, and the empty shell to melt in the nearby lava.

Pyromon: Why did we need his data?

Matt, heroic pose: I don't know!

Darkmon: Just make the fucking disguises before I hurt you!

Matt, pressing a button: Fine, poopyhead!

Matt, Darkmon, and Pyromon were instantly made to look like ShadowToyAgumon.

Matt: Awesome! We don't have those fucking fruity colored bricks!

Pyromon: AH! I have legs! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Darkmon: I am so missing my old body!

Matt: It's not that bad.

Darkmon: YOU WERE A HUMAN!

Matt: That's specie-ist.

Darkmon: What have I told you about making up words?

Matt, depressed: Our cheap-ass author, bless the very crap he writes, doesn't have the money to pay off Webster.

Darkmon: Exactly! Now come on! We've got a world to start conquering!

Matt and company then started there way into the Agumon Village.