Can I just say what we're all thinking? Holy shit. It's so hot, I think I've sweated enough to clone a million Daves to bitch about this crazy ass weather.

It's certainly well beyond pleasant!

It's not even close to pleasant, Tony. Pleasant was like ten thousand degrees ago. This is what flying too close to the sun feels like. It's like being pressed between the plush bellies of two fat guys at a sauna.

That imagery is beyond pleasant as well.

Level with me, digifriends. Is this a common occurrence? First there was a blackout, now there's a heatwave so hot it feels like I'm back on the fucking planet of fire and hot shit. I am good to go back to the meteor now. You can like, express deliver me or something.

If that isn't going to be a thing. Tell me where I can find a hundred ice creams so I can stuff them down my pants.

[Generally Dave isn't fond of being on speaker of any kind, but with all of the dark, there aren't many options left. He's been mulling over a message to get out for a while now, but he's decided winging it will work best.

And no, Hawkmon, that wasn't an intentional pun. Don't laugh, it isn't funny.

Okay it kind of is.]

So let me get this straight- we have the ability to suck people in from different universes but we can't handle a black out? Poor form. The dim screen glow is super handy here but when you're new it's kind of hard to avoid bumping into whatever available surface there is. You know, at this rate I'm kind of expecting to run head first into some googoomon crotch.

Digimon, Dave!

Whatever.
Look, this is a long shot but Jade, John, Rose? If you guys made it here could you like, do me a fucking favor and text me? Hell, I'll take speaker crab if the option is there. You hear that? Speaker crab. When did all of my friends become flakes, I swear to god..

I'm not a flake!

No. I know. You're a bird- a googoomon- a- can you not go through my stuff, hot wings? [Can you hear the sounds of a bird lovingly shuffling through beautiful, personal photos? Because Dave can.]

What are these?

None of your bee's wax is what they are. Fuck man, they're photos, what do they look like? Give 'em here. [There are sounds of scuffling as Dave lovingly grapples with his new best digi friend.]

You certainly have a lot of photos of yourself, Dave.

Is that judgment I hear? Wow. I thought we were meant to be best friends and here you are.. [At this point he'll realise he still has the feed on.] ..Judging me.

I'm out. Restart. Just gonna leave a helpless plea for some light or information here. I'd really like some power or something so I can get an early start on thanksgiving dinner, but whatever, I'll take what I can get.