[Coronamon's chest puffs up indignantly, fur standing on end and tail flame flaring up.] I don't have to take this from a purple throw rug.
[Bumblebee frowns, reaching down and resting a hand disapprovingly on the digimon's shoulder. He shakes his head at his digimon and then gives Wheeljack an apologetic look.]
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[Bumblebee frowns, reaching down and resting a hand disapprovingly on the digimon's shoulder. He shakes his head at his digimon and then gives Wheeljack an apologetic look.]
Telling you, Bee. Waste of time.