I HAVE BEEN AWAKE FOR APPROXIMATELY AN HOUR AND THIRTY-FIVE MINUTES. THIRTY SIX. MY HANDS HAVE YET TO DRIP WITH THE FLUIDS OF BROKEN BADNIKS. THIS MUST BE FIXED. IT MUST BE FIXED QUICKLY. SWIFTLY. NO MORE HESITATI— THIRTY-SEVEN.

[ ROTATING TO FACE THEM.] PREPARE FOR SWIFT AND ABSOLUTE DEATH.

[ ROTATING TO FACE AWAY.] … I CANNOT FIND THEM. I BELIEVE THE DOCTOR MUST HAVE SEALED THEM AWAY. FURTHER CLARIFICATION: I DO NOT CARE REGARDLESS.

WHEN WILL I ACHIEVE MY DREAM OF TOTAL MEGADEATH.

I ASSURE YOU. IF IT IS STILL “ME”— ERGO, MY CPU, THEN I WILL MERELY DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN. MY GOALS ARE PURE.

WHEN DOCTOR IVO ROBOTNIK IS IN THE DIRT. YOU WILL ALL HAVE TO DEAL WITH ME.

THIS IS HOW MORTALS DESCRIBE “PLEASANT”. THE DOCTOR PROVIDES ME WITH TARGET PRACTICE IN THE FORM OF MY UNDERLING. PREPARE FOR SWIFT DISASSEMBLY, SHADOW ANDROIDS.

I AM INCAPABLE OF HUMOR. [ readying the heavy artillery.]

US? YOU MEAN ME.

HERE I GO ANNIHILATING AGAIN

AGREED, PUNY FLESH-WALKER.

[mimicking machine gun noises with his voice chip] SKRRRAH. PAP-PAP. KA-KA-KA. TAKAKAKAKAKAKA. DU-DU-DU-KU-DUN-DUN-DUN. POOM POOM.

… … … WHY.