The teenager pounded his fist on his computer (which was actually a laptop) in frustration. He had just watched Cheese Man fall.
"NO! That was my favorite Robot Master!"
The scientist he held captive was far more...relieved.
"Eh, at least that annoying chatterbox is gone. I swear, all those cheese puns were giving me--"
"Didn't need to know that," the boy shot back, not looking at him.
"What are you even going to do, anyway?"
"I've got my own special robot, Gramps. Rap, if you would..."
The old doctor was confused. "Rap?"
A hooded figure stepped out of the shadows. Wily realized on closer inspection that the robot was based on a stereotypical rap artist, complete with gold rings and a chain around its neck.
"Yo." The male robot greeted with a deep voice.
The boy turned to Wily in triumph. "You're surely in awe of my brilliance, are you not?"
"Something like that," Wily mumbled.
"Ha. You're just jealous. Unlike your Bass, Rap is totally loyal to me! With him, I will rule the world and prove myself the true heir to the Wily throne."
Wily waved a dismissive hand. "Yeah, yeah. Do you even know what you're going to do if-- and with Mega Man around, that's a pretty big if-- you manage to take over the world?"
A minute or so of silence passed. "Eh, I'll figure it out as I go along." He then laughed uproariously, complete with nasily snorts and coughing at the end.
Wily squeezed his temple as if suffering from a migraine. "Ugh. Even his laugh is annoying!"