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[The video starts with a very shaky shot of one of the buildings in San Fransisco. There are sounds of growling and shouting in the background before the camera pans to an XV-mon and a Gabumon glaring, stomping, and shaking their fists at each other.]

Oh, calm down, fuzzball! I was just telling it like it is.

You liar! I'm not a fake Digimon. I'm real, and you can't take my partner away from me! I'll battle you to the death if I have to!

[Said Gabumon leaps at the XV-mon's chest, only for her to swat him away with a chuckle. The image then turns to a very exasperated looking Replica, who rubs at his temple before speaking.]

Ugh, now I'm starting to know how Real Thing felt. Has anyone else had problems with their SCOPE partners? XV-mon's kept having to beat him back for hours, and he still keeps getting back up. It's like looking into some kind of fun house mirror, and I don't know how to get him to relax.

[There's the sound of a scream, followed by a WHAM. Seems the fighting's picked up a little bit, much to the Replica's chagrin.]

...And while we're at it, has anyone made it to HospiTown yet? I'm fine with scoping out these new islands, but I'd like to at least see where this new town is before I get too carried away.

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"I don't see why he wouldn't be."

[What a strange question. Did this boy do something awful to Terra before they parted ways or something? He didn't really understand the problem, especially when 'not the right guy' comes into play.

It just didn't make sense.]

"Unless you did something bad to him and left a bad impression.." [The dorumon eyes the replica's image thoughtfully.] "Then I really don't think there would be wrong-idea getting, even. If you remember him from a long time ago, then it's even less likely. You humans don't stay the same looking as years pass, he might not recognize you at all."

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Hmm, well, when he met Real Thing, he was just a little kid, so I doubt he did anything to offend the guy. It's kinda hazy, so I don't remember all the details, and it's not even my memory in the first place.

[He shakes his head, visibly relaxing.]

But at the same time, it's kind of hard to ignore hair like this.

[To emphasize his point, he points a finger at his noggin.]

Silver's not exactly common. Not even around here.

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[There's an important fact here that the dorumon is simply not processing, but reading the blank stare as just that might be difficult; digimon features rarely are human enough to convey such things easily. Eventually, by Terra or someone else, this matter will be put into terms he understands far better, but right now he's fairly sure perhaps the boy got hit in the head.

Maybe by his own partners during the ruckus they're making.]

"Well...alright, if you say so. I don't see a lot of humans with gray fur but I also haven't really been looking. If you're worried about it, I can tell him about all of this, but I don't think there's going to be a problem."

[He will anyway, because it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. How can someone have someone else's memories?]

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Well, we're on our way to HospiTown, so I guess we could hash it out then.

[He breaths out through his nose, shooting a glance at his Digimon briefly.]

Just tell him to look out for me and a guy with spiky, brown hair. We're traveling with some dragons and a fox, so we kind of stick out.

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"Sure, that sounds reasonable!"

[And then some of this would actually make sense soon! Which keeps the dorumon interested. He'll pass it all on, of course; Terra would want to know! And maybe then he can get some names about these boys!

One yellow eye peers closer again, carefully taking note of what he can see of the replica. Okay, a guy like this.. and someone with brown hair like Terra's.. and some dragonlike digimon and probably a renamon.]

"We'll keep an eye out then. ..Um, good luck with your partners until then."