Digimon Bar

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"O-old spice..." Shoutmon said, quietly for once, as he caught the bottle and stared at it silently, an expression of horror on his face. He seemed to be having something akin to war flashbacks or something. "No, no!" He curled up in a booth, folded his knees, put his arms over his head and rocked back and forth. "Not him- not him- I don't wanna play doctor! That's an out hole, not an in hole! AHHH!!"