The frightened insect can't handle it any more. He used to, when he actually had a backbone.

[Soft sniffling.] Stop it...please.

He's crying now, on his knees like those silly little worms that he calls his friends. This is how he lost. If he hadn't, the Digital World would be his by now.

Stop...

He's begging and pleading now. Begging and ( Read more... )