If I owned Digimon, I would be a wealthy TV executive in Nihon.

It was a peaceful morning in the Dark Masters’ new lair. They had lived in Puppetmon’s rebuilt mansion since Spiral Mountain was destroyed and they were reconfigured. Metalseadramon was asleep in his pool/room with two female Megaseadramon, when a loud blast ended his slumber. “Wake up, you oversized garden hose! Do ya know what today is?” Puppetmon was standing on the edge of the pool with a French horn. “Puppetmon! For the love of fish, it’s 7:00 in the morning!” He then hit Puppetmon with his tail, sending him flying out of the room. Metalsedramon got up and closed the door. He then woke up his love slaves went back to making out with them.

Machinedramon was in sleep mode, hooked up to a recharger. Puppetmon entered the room and unplugged the recharger. Machinedramon awoke automatically. “What do you want toothpick?” “Well ya see, today’s my birthday and-- “Congratulations, NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Piedmon, the most feminine Dark Master, was cooking breakfast when Puppetmon came crying into the kitchen. Oh great, the clown digimon thought. “Puppetmon , what’s wrong?”, he sarcastically asked. “Metalseadramon and Machinedramon hate me! Waaah! They’re not getting me presents for my birthday!” It’s the little retard’s birthday? Piedmon was truly terrified. He had to do something before Puppetmon made their lives miserable. “There, there. Don’t feel bad that Metalseadramon and Machinedramon hate you. I hate you too.” “Why don’t you like me anymore?” “We never liked you to begin with. The only reason that you’re a Dark Master is that Apocalymon created you from a Digimon Sovereign’s data.” “You mean that you don’t really like me.” “We completely hate you.” “Then I quit!” Oh, please let it last forever.
At breakfast Piedmon had an important announcement. “Where’s the wooden monkey turd?” asked Metalseadramon. “That’s just what I was about to tell you. He quit! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Piedmon laughed maniacally. “Finally! This is too good to be true! AH HEH HA HA !” Metalseadramon joined him. A call on Machinedramon’s cell phone interrupted their fun. “Hai, moshi moshi? Hai. Wakarimasu, Apocaly-sama.” “What is it?” Piedmon asked. “It’s

Apocalymon. He wants us to replace Puppetmon immediately, and we can’t replace him with your vampire boyfriend.” “But if not Myotismon than who? Wah!” Piedmon sobbed. “We have no choice,” said Metalseadramon, “however grave the risk, we must……………………………………………………………… ……………………………………………………………………………………………… take an add in the personals!”

CH.2 UP SOON!

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