Sam Puckett

... Stealing food.

Your D-Reader has an unlimited supply of emergency rations and you're stealing food.

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'cause it's fun. Duh.

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Umm... no. I'd have to say that stealing is NOT fun. Especially considering you're on the floating island completely controlled by military police with anti-human sentiment out the wazoo, if the mentioning of "Fridge Canon" is anything to go by.

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Dude, the fridge cannon was awesome! It gave me turkey!

That hit you in the face and propelled you in to the wall.

I've had worse.

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You don't understand the meaning of "military police in a place with anti-human sentiment", do you?

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Uh. No. 'mfrom Seattle. Worst thing there is the hobos.

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... Okay, an American. Let's see if I can give a good example...

... Screw it, I'll ask Relena, one sec.

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Okay. Think Nazi's that hate humans. Or more accurately, a dictator's 'kill people we don't like force'.

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[has just been contently noming on her turkey]

'kay. Wut's that got to do with me?

[sigh] Samantha, people are trying to keep you out of trouble here...

But I'm not in trouble yet. Don't hear any sirens, do ya?

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God, you're thick.

The Digimon in Tetha have a mass amount of anti-human and anti-digimon-partnered-with human sentiment. If anyone, by which I mean YOU, give them a reason to dislike you or any justification for getting rid of you, which stealing things is likely to be one of them, you can quite easily end up dead.

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... dead? Like... dead-dead?

Yes.

Oh...

Look. I think we wound up at one of the Inns. Any chance that might... spare her an unsavory fate?

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Probably. The Inns don't like the Tetha's authority much. What with the last time they were all mass evicted on Ravemon's orders and everything.

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That's what I was hoping for. Samantha! Get up. We're leaving. If you're lucky we can apologize to the owners and maybe get you a place to stay.

Aw, but I don't like-

Too. Bad.

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*Yawn* So much noise this late...

You've just been sleeping too much.

Um so someone's raiding our fridge? That's a problem?

I woke you up so you could go introduce her to the Inn and stuff...she's a potential new tenet. You said you were gonna help with that stuff remember?

Ah...yep...

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... yo?

Sorry about that... she wasn't exactly listening to me earlier.

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So...I'm Beastboy what's your name?

Don't worry about it, we get much worse then people sneaking snacks around here.

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Sam. What kinda name is 'Beastboy'?

Sounds like it. Doesn't make it any less rude of her.

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Superhero name, my real one is a secret identity!

Yeah because there are loads of green pointy eared kids running around.

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Superhero... like a real superhero with powers and everything?

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Hold on...

[A few minutes later a green dog and a plotmon come scrambling into the kitchen. The plotmon stops but the dog slides on the tile and smacks into the wall before changing back to Beastboy]

Yo.

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