"Barry knows that if he tries to carry me, he will die," Yamato growls, folding his arms. "Either way, they're fine over roads, but I don't think they'd cope well with the woods and rainforest."

As he finishes, a Penmon drives by very slowly, staring at them with wide eyes.

"Slide," it says, happily, before hitting the accelerator and speeding off.

"C'mon, I promise it's not as far as you think, and if it gets to be too much, we can take a break," Yamato says, and turns to start heading out of the town, only to pause to peer up towards Monzaemon. "Er, sorry about wrecking your car, Monzaemon."

Monzaemon responds to this by very delicately reaching down to take the wrecked car, holding it up to his face. His mouth peels open slightly, enough for an oily limb, like someone modeled an octopus tentacle out of tar, to slide out and brush over the car, somehow managing to reconstruct the wheels as it goes.

"... Didn't know you could do that," Yamato says, flatly, and keeps walking.