"Hello there, fatty." Impmon says with a sinister smile on his face. You try to wriggle Impmon off, but he clangs to your fur too well. "Whoa there big guy, I know what'll calm ya down." He crawls down to your belly causing his foot claws to tickle your ribs and belly, your snickering was so heavy that you can barely ask Impmon what he's doing. "Hmm, that was interesting," says Impmon, "I was going to get your feet, but...
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