Eggman was sitting in his Egg-Abode having tea with Kanye West. Ironically, Mr. West was only partaking in Robotnik'scompany to secure a new record deal, making him a golddigga.

"See, Kanye?" said Eggman, "it appears you've fallen right into my trap. If God gave man dominion over over all thing then that includes nature - my mining proposition would have been accepted by a Pharoah but why not NASA? Surely they cannot mean to speak for all mankind when, as you postulate, they forbid me utilising the innate power of Planet Wisp's inhabitants for industrial purposes? Surely horses have been treated the same? That thick cheese sauce you had on the venison; that was taken from a strapped up cow!"

"But Eggman!" pleaded Kanye, "It goes against God to use an intelligent being as slave labour!" His record deal was indeed secured, and Kanye knew the bulbous prick loved an argument anyway.

"Oh for... Read the Bible, Mr. West. You will plenty of God-sanctioned slavery there!" retorted Manegg. "Anyway, the Wisps are no more intelligent than dogs. Seriously, we've run tests. Whole lines of them running into electrified fences over and over again. Quite amusing."

Kanye swallowed his disgust, and brought out his ace. "Yeah? Well, what about their language?" started Kanye, "Surely you can't ignore scientific evidence of codeifi-"

Just then a bolter round pulverised the front of Kanye West's skull before exploding, sending slivers of Kanye Face to all four cardinal directions.

"Oh for Christ's sake; now it'll have to be a posthumous memorial album. It worked for Biggie Smalls," pondered Robotnik, apathetic to the death of his insolent companion.

He did not even bother to turn around. Despite questions of how a mentally challenged hedgehog made it into space, never mind how he completed the absurdly complex docking maneuver with his Orbital Egg-abode, he knew it was Sonic.

"Hey Lardbutt Whiskerton!" shouted Sonic, "We've come to stop your evil plans!"

"Yes, I suppose another 808s & Heartbreak would have been evil."

"Can it, Buttbrain!" screamed Jimple. His entire family of things was destroyed in the flood and so he was righteously pissed.

"Yes, Robuttnik; save your voice for later when you're begging for mercy!" threatened Knuckles.

"Oh my! Knuckles!" gasped Eggman in affected surprise. "I was hoping to talk to you about the fact that Jimple here took the Master Emerald..."

The resulting melee was catastrophic. Sonic was zipping everywhere like a fat man trying to do his flies up generally being cretinous, while Fink attempted to quell the powers of Tzeentch with his booming voice. The scuffle became almost cartoonish, and rolled conveniently into an airlock. Eggman casually strolled over to the release mechanism, ignoring the hail of tainted bolter rounds from Fink's mighty weapon due to his incredible amount of plot armour. With a trademark chuckle he ejected the fucktards into the vacuum of space, and watched as they slowly drifted towards Mobius. They would surely survive because Sonic is seriously cheap, but Eggman simply looked forward to another half-day of peace. Perhaps he could finalise that record deal?