"We better hurry, and get back to Etemon. You know how he gets, when he is kept waiting."
The first Gazimon says; the other two, following him swiftly. It took longer then they thought, to return to Etemon's hideout. Carrying Biyomon, had slowed them down. The three hurry inside, hearing Etemon's voice. They enter the main room of the hideout, dropping the sack on the ground. Etemon takes immediate notice, of the sack on the ground.
"So what have you three brought me this time?"
The 3 Gazimon run up to Etemon clearly excited. Etemon grows a bit annoyed; tapping his foot, as he waits for a response. The first Gazimon steps forward, Etemon staring him down impatiently. The Gazimon stutters a bit, clearly getting nervous. Etemon folds his arms, becoming angrier.
We..we brought you a Digimon, that you can use as a slave."
The Gazimon finally managing to speak up. Etemon smiles at the news; he had always wanted another slave around, to serve him and his needs. The three Gazimon breathe a sigh of relief, knowing they have pleased Etemon. Etemon seems lost in thought.
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