The yellow leg is raised high into the air, the Digimon's tail points towards a nearby tree as he sighs and...
*PRRRRRRRRRFTTHHH!*
An angry rush of wind blows over you, shoving you back to the ground with its mighty meaty strength! How he can be so loud without butt cheeks is a mystery, but you're too busy gagging over the stench to give it much thought. Jeez, it stinks! It's like he ate a rotten cow, it stinks so bad! You try to shuffle away while holding your nose, your hurt foot dragging against the ground as the stench of a dinosaur's unclean inners replaces all your air. The log's still a football field's length away when the Agumon slams his foot down, adding the funk of his feet to this unholy miasma you're forced to endure. Your head swims as the log tilts and tumbles with your unsteady step until you finally trip over a knee-high pebble!
You turn over and beg for your life... But you're talking to the wrong end of Agumon, his ass ain't listening at all!
The closest you get to a response is when Agumon...
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