"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I expressed out loud as I was looking inside my backpack.
"What's wrong with you?" Matt asked from across the truck.
"Yeah, wat up?" Ro added, turning around. He had put his front legs on the back of the tail gate so he could see outside the back of the truck. He had been keeping a his balance fairly well, considering how much the truck was bouncing.
"Well," I started in response. "I could've had some jerky instead of that soup stuff!"
"Look, it wasn't that terrible. Get over it." Matt said as he fumbled around with the laptop.
"Hmph." I mumbled. Truly, I did not mind that much; I just wanted to whine.
Matt said nothing, but opened up the laptop and turned it on. He began pressing a lot of buttons, but I couldn't see what he was doing, for I could only see the back of the screen in my position.
"How does he do this....?" Matt mumbled as he paused for a second.
"Do wat?" Ro asked, turning his head in a puzzled position.
"Ah..." Matt said aloud.
"Ah wat?" Ro asked again.
Matt began typing carefully. "Here..." he said, now clicking with the track ball.
"Here wat?" Ro asked for a third time.
"Matt, what are you doing?" I questioned. Now he was making me curious, too.
"Done." Matt stared at the screen for a few moments. "Take a look." He turned the laptop around. I leaned over to get a better look; Ro walked over, too.
On the screen was a small block of text. It said, 'Data unknown. No record of lifeforms.' Also on the screen were several boxes, all with nothing inside them.
"What is dis?" Ro asked.
"It proves that you two are not Digimon." Matt said.
"Huh?" I began to scratch my head in confusion, but stopped when I realized that my claws were hurting my head.
"Izzy used to use this computer to scan the data of Digimon we came across, so we could find out more about them." Matt explained. "I just scanned you guys..."
"Wat?!" Ro exclaimed. "Witout asking us first?"
"Ro..." I shook my head in disapproval.
"As you can tell, it doesn't recognize your data." Matt continued, referring to the text. "This means you aren't Digimon."
"Well, that's good....I think." I responded.
"You shoulda asked first..." Ro said in a low voice, then turned back to his perch on the tail gate.
"Unfortunately, I still don't know what you are." Matt finished.
"Well, thanks for...narrowing it down, I guess." I told Matt, trying to thank him.
"Huh?" Matt stared at the screen.
"I said-" I began.
"No, I heard you. But..." Matt trailed off.
"You've got mail." said an electronic voice from the computer.
"At a time like this? Who could have sent it?" I said, moving next to Matt to see the screen.
On the screen was an E-mail inbox. There was a single message, that had no title. It did not say who sent it, either.
"I'll open it." Matt said, moving the track ball to click the E-mail.
"Yuh-oh!" Ro worriedly said. "Guys!"
We looked to where Ro was looking. Approching fast were a trio of motorcycles, side by side. On the bikes were three ogre creatures.
"Ogremon!" Matt said, then hurried back to the computer. "I'll power this off for now."
"Ogremon? Figures..." I said, referring to the obvious name of the motorcyclists.
Matt and I headed to the tailgate, where Ro was watching the Ogremon. They were still charging forth on their bikes, and I could now see that they were quite mad.
"Miss us, you dumb lizard?" yelled out the Ogremon in the middle of the pack.
"Who are you?" I called back as they came closer.
"Don't remember us? Let me jog your memory!" replied the Ogremon. "You have my backpack, you little thief! You also took that dog from us! I, Wess Pogner, do not appreciate that!"
"Oh, crud..." I said aloud.
"Who are they?" Matt asked.
"Day are mean!" Ro responded.
"I had to fight them to save Ro a while ago." I explained. "Didn't think they'd be back..."
"Well, we've got to do something. They're kind of close!" Matt stated, looking out the back again.
I turned, and learned that Matt had just made a large understatement. The bikers were only a few feet away from the truck!
"Geez, what do you want?!" I shouted to the rogues.
"You and the dog would be fine!" responded Wess, obviously the leader.
"Why do you want them?" said Matt as he stepped forth.
"Oh, you have a new friend?" Wess smiled. "Good! This will make things more interesting!"
"Sir! He's unique, too!" said the Ogremon on Wess' left.
"Shaddup, Derek!" responded Wess. "You think I don't know that?"
"Sir, let's attack quickly..." said the Ogremon on the right of Wess.
"You better have a good reason for giving an order to me, Sean!" Wess replied.
"Um, we put an even amount of gas in each motorcycle, right?"
"Yeah, so?" Wess answered.
"Then, um, we're out of gas, sir..." Sean responded slowly.
The engines in each motorcycle suddenly stopped, almost at the same time. As we sped ahead, leaving the quickly slowing motorcycles in the dust, Wess called out one more time.
"We'll get you! Arrrgh! We'll get you next time!" said Wess, getting off his motorcycle and stamping his feet.
We were completely quiet as they disappeared out of sight. Matt broke the silence by saying, "What idiots..."
Ro and I laughed in agreement.