"Something didn't work out as well as I hoped it would when I was tinkering with him… so I was wondering if you could keep him for a while."
Vanilla never got the chance to respond before Cream hugged the fox fiercely and dragged her new "friend" away.
"I'm not exactly sure if he's safe; if you sense anything wrong, call me immediately and I'll pick him up, Mrs. Rabbit." He advised.
Vanilla sighed. She would find some space next to Gamma the fence painter and Emerl the lawnmower.
It sounded useful – Metal Sonic the ultimate dishwasher.