Vector displayed his amazing essence to his fellow Chaotix.
"This is an exciting sight, Vector," said Espio.
"It's gonna be huge!" chirped Charmy gleefully.
"Smooth moves all day, every day, boys!" Vector grinned as he did his power on the sofa. The doors were slightly ajar and it was such a delicate process.
Espio examined the delight. "This is something only the best people can do," he said slyly and he winked at Charmy.
Charmy returned the wink and buzzed over to Vector's power. He scooped it up with all his insectoid might and brought it close to his nasal orifice.
"What do you sense, Charmy?" Vector asked in his belchy crocodilian voice that spanned generations of hope and fortitude.
Charmy frowned. "I cannot smell the purity." He began to weep.
"Perhaps the mere fact that Vector's power is so very pure births the notion that all sensations are barred from its existence," Espio said.
Vector sneezed and his residue hit the ceiling fan. He got all tangled up and it dragged him across the room like a pinata named Fergy Stinking Fudgehog.
Charmy growled at the idea and took out a large pair of scissors. He dismembered the mucoid strand and then posed his hottest badboy for the camera.
Espio sighed and took out his flip phone for he was an old fashionista.
Vector's bottom buzzed. He took out his phone and read the text from his karmic compadre. "What do you mean 'Where's da leak, ma'am?'" Vector said in an offended tone.
Espio smiled because he found it funny to be rude.
Charmy was uninterested in the petty squabble and resumed shining his abs with the shoe polish.
Vector got mad and breathed flames upon the sofa. It made his power burn red hot and wild. It was so fiery, yet not a smell entered the atmosphere.
Espio was concerned now. He walked up to the flaming power and took a bite. It tasted like chocolate. But the chocolate was not what it was; it was power.
"Is it Gatorade?" asked Charmy with a heroic flex of his meaty bicep.
Vector shook his head.
"Is it Crocodile Rock?" asked Espio.
Vector shook his head.
Charmy and Espio looked at one another, then they snapped their fingers as a brilliant idea surfaced between their brotherly minds.
Vector cheered the new discovery with a set of oatmeal that he bought once or twice from his backwards long-jumping father.
Espio and Charmy used the proper adhesive and put the two booties together. Then they did power and it went plop on each other. Now they had a situation unlike any other and the power was to blame.
Espio smiled at Charmy and Charmy flexed more of his pecky-abby goodness.
Espio licked the abs of Charmy and the saliva was able to reawaken Mata-Nui.
"What up, homedogs?" asked the Great Spirit.
Vector began to sob great big tears of joy. "It is the love!"
Espio thanked Charmy for his abs. "No problem, Espio. I work out because it's good for my cardio!" replied Charmy.
Mata Nui smiled and handed each individual a key and then he showed them the brand new Lamborghinis in the backyard. Vector got a green one, Espio got a purple one, and Charmy got one made of cheese and mildew.
"You can now drive into your dreams!" said Mata Nui and he gave everyone one more last fist bump.
Vector, Espio, and Charmy boarded their Lamborghinis and drove off into the sunset, making sure not to run over any innocent pedestrians, only the guilty ones. Vector did more power on his seat and Espio and Charmy followed him in his fanciful knighthood.
This was the day of life…
FIN