[A wicked little grin crosses Impmon's face. Oh, that was the
wrong question to ask him.]
You any good at dancin'?
[A little fireball lights up on the end of his gloved fingertip. He
tosses it at the man's feet, not close enough to hit him, just close enough
to make him jump.]
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[A wicked little grin crosses Impmon's face. Oh, that was the wrong question to ask him.]
You any good at dancin'?
[A little fireball lights up on the end of his gloved fingertip. He tosses it at the man's feet, not close enough to hit him, just close enough to make him jump.]