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"Whew!" he exclaimed aloud in a volume that obviously wanted to be heard and noticed. He got a few glances at most, ones that were almost wary as he strolled out of the gate, stretching his arms. Many decided to pay no mind, programmers typing away in their keyboards and staffers talking among themselves. "What a day! I could use a-a-ahh-naap right now," he said, stifling a yawn.

"Nonsense, Sir Cuddles," came Palmon X's pompous voice and attitude. Sir Cuddles had forgotten about him for a moment. "It's nine in the morning! I need my skin greened and healthy from fresh, morning sunlight."

"Nine in the morning?" Sir Cuddles faked a gasp. "Oooh, you should have joined me in my morning jog. I did a hit and run on my neighbor's flower pots. They were blocking the parkway."

"Morning jog? That sounds like a - you, what?" Palmon X shouted, his tamer's words registering. Sir Cuddles was looking around, too distracted and unconcerned to care for his livid Digimon. "How dare you destroy -"

"I was joking, Pally," Sir Cuddles replied smoothly, finding his next pray. Suddenly, he leaped to the nearest staff member he could find, throwing his arm around the person's shoulder. "SUP DUDE."[/div][STYLE=height:5; width:487; background-color:000000;][/div][STYLE=height:10; width:487; background-color:f5f5f5;][/div][STYLE=width:440; font-family:courier new; font-size:10; text-align:center;]ganesha of btn[/div][/center]