Ogremon: I'm out of here.
Mimi: What do you mean, you're leaving?
Ogremon: It's time to hit the road. Take a hike. Make like a tree, and leave!
Palmon: But Ogremon, why not stay here with us?
Ogremon: Look, I'm a Virus type Digimon. You guys are Data and Vaccine types. If I hang around here too long, I'll get sick to my stomach. Catch you later! (disappears)
Biyomon: He vanished!
Gomamon: He just can't face the fact that he likes us.
Tentomon: I've never heard of a Virus giving someone a cold shoulder!