*The communicator rattles as the scene comes into view, grass poking out of the ground before a
blue dog like digimon bounds away from a severely irritated Grimmjow. The Arrancar growls as he stands with his back to the communicator, the digimon lounging lazily up in a tree.*
You fucking mutt!
*The digimon grins up in his perch* What's wrong
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