"So let's see," Metaletemon mused as a crowd of Gazimon swept up the candy wrappers and picked up the ice cream bowls. "The Black Network will still run through the Digital World, but it'll still give all the cities and villages enough independence for them to be happy."
"Mm-hmm," nodded Exveemon.
"Then there are my soldiers. I'll tell them to lay off terrorizing the subjects."
"Mm-hmm..."
"And of course, the taxes."
"How about you cut them down to half?"
"Half? That's way too low! I'll cut it down to three quarters."
"Fine. And later on, if you're satisified with what three quarters can bring in, we'll discuss it going down to half."
"I doubt that, but whatever."
"Oh, and what about all the digimon in the prison camp? If the taxes are going to be lowered, doesn't that mean they've already paid off their debts?"
"I guess," the mega shrugged. "I've forgotten what everyone in there owes me, anyway, so I might as well let them go."
"Good."
"So, I guess that's all, that's all that the Rebels objected to about me, isn't it?"
"Oh, don't forgot, the fact that every song on the radio is sung by you."
"Now why is that such a bad idea?" the mega pouted.
"Because," sighed Exveemon, "we're all getting tired of hearing only you sing. It gets boring."
"Boring? Me?" cried Metaletemon.
"Oh come on, you gotta admit, hearing one singer all the time does wear itself out."
"Not when its me, my singing voice is beautiful, you yourself said so!"
"Exactly," the champion digimon said, getting an idea. "You're shoving it into everyone's face that your voice is better than theirs'. Not having your voice on there all the time would cut them some slack."
The android-digimon was silent for awhile, eyebrows slightly raised. "Huh. I never thought of it like that."
Back at the Rebel base, startling news was making its way around like wildfire: Metaletemon was broadcasting a message on the several large TV screens he had scattered all over the Digital World!
"Quick! Turn on the monitors! We can't miss this!" shouted Wargreymon, bursting into the control room, Rosemon at his heels.
Lobomon, the Rebel's computer specialist, was already connecting. Very soon, a Gazimon wearing sunglasses appeared the large computer's monitor. He was in the middle of saying something:
"...again, his majesty, the imperial Metaletemon, will be making an important announcement for all the Digital World to hear. Especially for you, you Rebels, wherever you are. King Metaletemon will be making the announcement shortly. You've been given enough warning to come out and pay attention to the billboard screens, so any information that you miss is your own fault. Again, his majesty King Metaletemon will be coming on any minute now to- oh, here he is! All hail Metaletemon!"
There was not one clap or cheer, or even a smile, within the control room as the large computer screen was filled with the smiling visage of Metaletemon.
"Hello there, all! Um... oh wait, is it on? Is this on? Okay, good."
The android-digimon grinned down at all the assembled glaring Rebels, and made his announcement:
"Hello all, loyal (and not-so-loyal) subjects. I hope you're all listening, especially you, you Rebels; I gave you enough time to come on out and take a look at these screens, so if you miss this message, its your own fault. But anyway, enough of that. Let's get down to business:
"As you already know, I have captured one of your own, and I've been questioning him about any secrets he could tell me."
Several of the Rebels made cries of distress at the thought of what Exveemon could've gone through. Wargreymon's hands became fists; Rosemon took a hold of his arm, willing him to keep calm.
"But, you'll be happy - and possibly proud - to know that he's keep his silence, and eventually even won over my respect. And a little bit of my trust."
If they Rebels hadn't been fully attentive before, they certainly were now.
Metaletemon went on, "He and I have been able to figure out just why you Rebels are always rebelling against me, and now I understand you. Well, at least a little. But let me tell you this: I have no intention of relinquishing my role as King."
Wargreymon glared up at the metal monkey's face.
"However, I do also want you Rebels to get off my back, so my captive and I have managed to come to a compromise.
"My Black Network won't be so controlling anymore. The towns and villages will be given back some of their independence.
"My soldiers won't be bullying the weaker digimon anymore.
"The taxes will be lowered to about three quarters, and... possibly - can't make any promises - but possibly they'll go lower. And those who are in the prison camp will be released.
"And finally... ugh, this is the lowest blow of all, but, I now see that it is a bit unfair of me to be continually throwing the fact in your faces that my voice is more beautiful than yours', so the radios will not be playing my songs all the time. There will be a special station that does play my voice all the time, but there are now other stations to listen to.
"However, this is all just an offer. If the Rebel leader (I know its you, Wargreymon), will come to my fortress, the Black Palace, by sunset to agree to these terms, then I will make good this offer. But if the Rebel leader doesn't show up, then we'll be stuck in a continual war.
"Its your choice. Have a nice day."