[Terriermon can be seen handling the D-T, setting it up before speaking. It seems today she is wearing a collar/choker with small rhinestones set into it. Neku can be seen in the background, playing a game on a handheld system of some sort]

Sooo, Neku was telling me not to mention his birthday today. BUT I was thinking-

[Neku curses at the game, something about 'I thought you LIKED cake Hanako!?'. Terriermon's ears perk, and she waits for him to get focused on his game again before continuing]

-since I WAS born for him, anything you all wanted to do for his hatching can come to ME instead! See, then everyone is happy! Neku can sulk and not do anything fun, and you guys' efforts won't be wasted!

[In the back: 'Wait... touch the screen... okay... this seems dirty, what kinda game IS this?!']

Hehe, he's so busy with his new game he probably totally forgot that he even told me.

[There's some rather happy female sounds in the background, and Neku is beet red]

...I think I won.

[Hyokomon's got the feed again, and he's looking rather concerned.  Something is clearly wrong, but he still politely bows to the camera. Manners are important too.]

I don't mean to impose, but does anyone happen to know how to wake someone up from a bad sleep? It's my partner- [He moves the camera over to the bed, where there's a soldier in orange sprawled out on the bed. So the Digimon has no idea how to take the armor off what about it.]

Ugh... [Pathetic moaning is pathetic.]

He's been like this since the attacks. I think some wild Digimon jumped him while I was distracted.

Bats...so...many bats...they're everywhere...make them go away...

And it has something to do with his crippling phobia. I've tried different remedies that I know of, but nothing seems to work. Perhaps they had some different means of medicine back in his world-

Potato chips...potato chips and Oreos...

[A noticeable twitch from the chicken.] You're faking it, aren't you sir?

[And he continues like he hasn't been completely caught.] Double stuffed Oreos...not the sissy single stuffed...try looking for triple stuffed... [A sigh and Hyokomon draws out his sword. With a quick jab, the tiny blade punctures Grif's leg, making him jump right off the bed.] OW! What the hell Kissass?

[Sheathing his sword.] Never mind, I'd like to put in a separate request. What I need is a human trainer.

Your mom needs a trainer.

I'm sorry for the trouble. [click]