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[The video shoots on suddenly, showing what appears to be a very upset woman. Judging by how the feed bobs up and down and the even more obvious moving scenery, it looks like she's walking around the city while she glares into that feed.

This can only go well.]

Okay, I wanna know who the fraggin' genius was who--

Hey! That is not what we said we were using the D-Terminal for!

[She's cut off by a child-like voice, its friendly tone a huge contrast in comparison to her much more stern one.]

You have to be nice. Here, I'll teach you how! Lemme see that.

You better not--

[But it's too late, the device is snatched from her hands and put in front of a much more happier face. The big, blue eyes of Tapirmon seem to sparkle with delight as he addresses everyone in the city.]

Hi everybody! I'm Tapirmon!

[Seriously, he sounds like he's five.]

My, um, partner needs help. Help with being...um, I know the word... "organic".

[He beams at his ability to remember Arcee's plight. That is, her struggles with suddenly being human. There's no easy way to say it, she's not really sure what to do. ...And it's not like small tapir monsters can help her out.]

Just so we're clear, this thing is not my partner.

[Might as well throw that in. Anyone want it? She can't seem to shake it it.]

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[Arcee does not envy him one bit, she's not sure what she'd do with a smack talking monster thing. ~~Maybe throw it...~~

Still, she doesn't actually address Forte just yet. Mostly because it's Tapirmon who still holds the Terminal.]

Yeah, this was a great idea. This whole city is one big chuckle fest.

[One could almost hear the sneer in her voice. Tapirmon, on the other hand, doesn't seem that bothered and continues to smile. He decides it's up to him to actually answer Forte's question.]

I think organic means the opposite of metal. [lightbulb] That must mean I'm half organic! We really are good partners!

[Arcee's pinching the bridge of her nose at this point. It hasn't even been a day and she's already putting it to use. This must be why humans have noses.]

[Forte is thiiiiis close to throwing Tsukaimon across the street, that's for sure. It's just unfortunate that he's a flying Digimon, so it probably wouldn't work very well.

Instead he scowls at Tapirmon, not amused by the cutesy answer.]

Hey rat-thing, let the lady answer, wouldja? I'm trying to figure out if I'm the only one who's supposed to be a friggin' robot here!

[Tsukaimon drapes himself over the arm Forte's holding the terminal with, crowding his face into the video feed.]

Yeah, show us the lady again! I didn't get a good enough look~

[Yeah, Arcee's kind of done with the cutesy act, too. In fact, upon hearing Forte say 'robot', she's pretty much shoving him out of the way and grabbing the Terminal from him. There's nothing nice about it, and there are, of course, sad little outcries of "Hey!" in the background. But whatever, she doesn't care, there's important business going on now. Finally it seems like she's getting somewhere.

Aaaand just going to...ignore Tsukaimon...]

Okay, you got my attention. What kind of robot are we talking about here?

I'm not a raaaat!!

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey ther- awk!

[That would be Forte shoving Tsukaimon out of the way so he can hog the camera himself, giving Arcee a cocky grin.]

A combat model, Special Wily Number 001, Forte! And I'm the ONLY one in that line, you'd better frickin' remember it! Not like the old man could ever build something better than me anyway!

[Arcee doesn't seem very impressed, in fact she looks rather frustrated. "Build"? He was built? Just perfect.]

Great, I'm talking to a toy.

[Although she wasn't really sure what she was expecting anyway, he didn't sound like anyone she was familiar with.]

At least it's a start. How long have you been here?

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[Sorry Arcee, were you looking for more information? He didn't hear your question over his getting hot under the collar.]

TOY!? I'm not some stupid TOY! I'm the strongest robot ever made where I'm from, bar NONE! Anything outside of me and Gospel belongs in a scrap heap! I'd prove it too if this dumbass place didn't screw everything up!

[Besides the 'made' part, this is sounding all too familiar and is getting kind of annoying.]

Look, were you made by humans or not?

Technically, yeah! What's it matter to you?

Because compared to me, you are a toy. I'm looking for living robotic life forms, not... the special edition of some human science project.

[She's so pleasant. There's a small sigh.]

But you are the closest thing I've got so far.

Do your comparing once we've both got our real forms back, lady! I'll show YOU who's a toy! I was built to defeat Megaman, not be the old fart's plaything, and that's what I'm damn well going to do once I find my way out of here!

[Boy he sure is leaning closer and closer to the camera with every word he shouts. Meanwhile, Tsukaimon's poked his head back up at the bottom of the screen.]

Living robots? Kinda like machine-type Digimon? I didn't think humans had those, but I guess yer from all different places, huh? Pretty exotic!

Exotic is one way of putting it...

So wait, your entire purpose was to defeat some guy, and you haven't even done that yet? Way to go, you had one job.

[Tapirmon is not amused and has had enough of this, poking his head into the camera now, too, and trying to look as stern as a tapir-thing can.]

Okaaay, enough fighting! We were asking for help, remember?!

SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUP!! He's just gotten LUCKY, and everyone else keeps getting in my way! Next time, he's scrap metal!

Right, and I'm gonna digivolve into Angewomon.

YOU SHUT UP TOO, DUMBASS!

[Sorry Tapirmon, you're still being ignored.]

[Don't think he doesn't notice. He's absolutely crushed.]

H-How could you!

Uh huh, nice excuses. The tantrum's a nice touch, too. I can't see how you'd possibly mess up.

Y-You're still going?!