"Right," the giant digimon said. I think I will stomp on you. You start to run, but the Gabumon stomps his 8m foot on you, leaving your head sticking out. It is all damp and clammy, and the smell is too much for you to bear.
"How do you like that? Smells nice, huh?" Then the Gabumon shuffles his foot forward, his middle toe implanted firmly on your face! You can only breathe the pungent air around you. The Gabumon wriggles his toes into your head a bit, and takes his foot off you.
"Aaahhh. That was fun, wasn't it? What shall I do with you now?"
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