Nov 10, 2008 17:10
Well, when I blew myself up, I didn't expect to end up in a place like this. Maybe dimensional limbo if I was lucky, or the Null Void.
My name's Max Tennyson. To anyone out there listening to this... Well, I can't exactly say I'm in trouble.
He isn't, but I am.
Terriermon, those fish eye pancakes are good for you.
I think I'm going to be sick...
It's an acquired taste. You'll get used to them. Now...
... Ben. Gwen. I've read the backlogs. I know you're out there, so how about giving your grand-dad a hello, hm?
intro,
the suffering of terriermon begins,
grandpa's cooking