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Chapter 16: Evil

January 19th was a special time for a certain fat, robot building genius named Robotnik, who was right now spending his birthday in a laboratory, building a robot that would clean the outside of his house for him. He clapped the oil and dust off of his hands and placed them on his hips. He gave a whistle and brushed his hand against his bald head, turning it black with oil.

"Another day another robot. Now let us see what today is." He always made a robot before he ate breakfast, washed his face, changed his clothes, brushed his teeth, and looked at the calender, in that particular order. Sometimes his daughter would make him breakfast, sometimes she would help him, other times, like today, she would stand in a corner and watch him, occasionally screeching like a monkey and flicking things around.

He wasn't expecting anything spectacular to happen today, until sand came in leaking from the crack and crevice of the crack of his house. "What the-" he shouted, stepping back as the sand poured into his floor and took shape. "What is the meaning of this?" The sand took the form of three figures, one was tall and in the shape of a weasel, the other was in the shape of a hedgehog-the shortest one there-, and the middle figure was in the shape of a hawk.

All three figures materialized into tangible beings, revealing, Jet, who controls sand since he gave up his speed, and his angry friends, Nack and Sonic, who loudly asked, "Did you have to do that?" His daughter, Amelia, sat up on her knuckles and gave a screech before asking, "Father, you invited guests?"

Jet shrugged and said, "We've come to visit you and celebrate." "Celebrate," Eggman asked in confusion. "Why?" "Oh Eggy," Sonic teased fondly. "You know what today is." "What? What is it?" Eggman asked harshly, a tone he probably shouldn't have used. "Today's your 60th birthday, and we've come to celebrate." Nack answered with a sigh as Sonic and Jet fought over who would tell him the news first.

Eggman scoffed boredly, "Sixtieth?" "You're 60, right?" Nack asked. "No, I'm 54, as of today." Eggman answered. "Wrong again," Sonic buzzed, nearing closer to the mustachioed man, flicking the red facial hair in delight. "Today is January 19th, our birthday!" "Oh." Eggman answered, dropping his hands to the side. He didn't realize that today was his birthday! His 55th to be exact! Which means that his ex-archnemesis would be turning 23 today!

How could he forget? How could he forget his own birthday? He should look at the calender first thing in the morning always, not look at it before he goes to bed! How could he forget? He should know, as of every time he has a birthday, Sonic has always sent him a card going,"Happy Birthday to us Eggy." Funny, he thought he shared a birthday with Tails. Speaking of the yellow fox, where is he?

"Oh, right," Eggman said slowly. "Uh, Happy Birthday Sonic." "Happy birthday to you too Eggman." Sonic said with a hug. "Uh, what do we do now?" Eggman asked. "Ivo," Nack stated, using the older man's formal name with an irritated look. "If we have to tell you what to do next, then Hell has froze over." "Well Nack," Robotnik replied, using the weasel's formal name against him. "I haven't had a reason to look at the calender first thing in the morning until we all became friends, so how was I suppossed to habitually know when my birthday was?"

"Because you're smart," he answered. "And it's Bun Ma, not Nack." "Really?" Eggman asked, astonished. Sonic and Jet held a look of surprise. "Nah," Nack waved. "It's me middle name. It means lucky in Thai." "Oh." was all that the fat genius had said.

"Now Eggman wasn't really as fat as we all know him to be," narrated Jet, standing boldly with his chest feathers puffed out, his hands clasped together like pins, as if ready to deliver a eulogy. "He has at least lost some weight, but not enough." "Hey!" Eggman shouted as he and Amelia pulled the Happy Birthday banner up over the door. He looked at Sonic and questioned, "Does he always do that?" "On Thursdays." Sonic answered, his eyes agape at the man. He and Eggman locked eyes for a few seconds before Sonic pulled out a big box of phone numbers.

"What is that?" Amelia asked, her tail pricking upwards in curiosity towards the box. "It, my dear," Sonic said as he shoveled through phone books and gigantic heaps of paper covered in numbers from the most recent to twelve years ago. "Is a box of numbers ranging from the most recent to about 12 years ago." He continued to rumage through the pile, knocking all the papers onto the floor and into a huge disarray.

"How are you to find anything?" Eggman asked the 23 year old, perturbed by his lack of maturity. "By being damn good." Sonic replied with a snarky tone. "Well I hope your "Damn Good" self knows which numbers to call because I don't have all day to waste with you and your hoard." Eggman hissed.

"Don't worry, I'll find them, I just have to-" and with a dying voice, Sonic gave up on finishing the sentence because he knew damn well that he'd messed up big time when he decided to keep all of Sega's numbers in his overflowing box. He even had Coconuts's and Scratch's numbers from 11 years ago, and he didn't even remember why he even had their numbers in the first place anymore.

By now, Scratch was a divorce attorney in a big corporate lawfirm over in Maine, and Coconuts was the proud worker of a daycare in New Jersey. Grounder, well, Coconuts turned on Grounder and Scratch and killed the poor, ex-robot.

Grounder was "born" a robot, but when Eggman turned good, he gave Grounder a Mobian body, as well as giving N.I.C.O.L.E. a physical form, so that way Grounder could persue his dream of becoming a chef in a high class restaurant, working beside Antoine, who would teach him all that he needed to know.

But there came sacrifices, as being a robot made Grounder ageless (N.I.C.O.L.E. too, but she's not that big in this story) and unable to feel pain. When he was made into a physical being, he was put into the body of an 8 year old because he had to learn to do everything a normal person could do, such as walk, talk, use their hands, eat, drink, put on clothes, and all of that he didn't have to worry about as a robot. Also, when Eggman made him a human being, and did the same to Omega, and since they were Eggman's "kids," they took after their "father" in every look imaginable, with Rouge and Shadow not being too proud of Omega being a human.

Sadly, Grounder was dead, so he couldn't invite him over to celebrate, so what about Omega? Immediately, Sonic pulled out his phone, which consisted mainly of people who either wanted to see Eggman dead, would actually act on the thought, people he had to put up with (like Espio), and his girlfriend and friends, Sally, Nack, Jet, and Eggman.

Meanwhile, Nack was busy making the tasty confectionary treat we call cake in Eggman's kitchen, which was spick and span, with leafy vegetables layed out everywhere. The 26 year old was a great desert cook, but he had to make the cake by hand this time around, meaning a quick trip to the store, and that also meant that he had to tell Sonic, and the man was busy on the phone, arguing at the moment, as a paper tsunami waved at his feet. Jet was too busy narrating to himself like a weirdo as he blew up a balloon with helium, and Eggman was trying to get his daughter to stop chasing the streamers as they flew across the room.

Nack didn't have his super speed anymore (Not as if he used it anyways), the Marvelous Queen took a nosedive into a junkyard for scrapmetal, and his hoverboard Bean gave him was torched many years ago because he didn't like it and was an ungrateful man towards his teammates, who probably hate him more than Eggman. Those two were the best things to ever happen to him, and he basically treated him worse than Jet did to Wave and Storm, not that Sonic's hands are clean to what he did to his teammates either, but hey, they weren't called Team Recovery because they were all doctors, right?

Well, Sonic was a pharmacist, Jet was an allergy doctor, and he was just a beautician that cut hair and maybe worked on a vehicle or two here and there. So he snuck away to a grocery store as fast as possible as the rest of the party was getting into order.

Later...

Eggman had changed out of his pajamas, trimmed his beard and mustache, brushed his teeth, and stared at his aging face in the mirror. So many wrinkles. So many years gone. Wasted. His beard's orangish-red luster had begun to vanish under the silver sparkles of age, his black and red eyes shone dully under his bald head, his dark undereyes illuminating all the years he spent late at night building robots and concocting plans to rule all of Mobius.

How foolish a plan that was! How foolish it was of him to think that he could take over an entire world and they not revolt! It was a foolish idea overcome with greed, hatred for animals, and a lust for power. He was surprised that Sonic even wanted to be near him, afterall, he was the cause of him being seperated from his mother, brother, and sister for basically his whole life, and then Manic...died. He died by Scourge's hands, yes, but had he, the nefarious Dr. Ivo Robotnik, not ruined his perfect family, and doing the dastardly deed of turning them into bastards this never would have happened.

Like he did to Simian's family when they refused to surrender to his empire and he decided to gun them down in front of a young, almost teenaged Simian and his kid sister. Like he did to Bunnie's parents, sending Drago in to kill the young rabbit off, and wound up blowing the side of her brother's face off and ripping the limbs off of her parents before capturing her, torturing her, and then sentencing her to cyborgization. Like innocent Charmy, who he sent Drago and Conquering Storm in to eradicate his whole race, and nearly succeeded.

Eggman slammed his fists on the table and let out a yell. How could he? How could he do such aweful things? But he knew that he wasn't the only one. King Max, and Antoine's father, King Armado, all wanted power for themselves as well.

If he, the freak that was abondoned by his own people for being so smart, was to cause mayhem and destroy lives so that way Max and Armado could "destroy" him and be looked upon as heroes in the eyes of the people as they overthrew, tortured, and destroyed Queen Aleena and the Kingdom of Speedway before destroying every historical record of her existance as queen, and Sonic, Sonia, and Manic's existance as potential monarchs, then they would give him a pardon and let him go free.

They had no intention of doing that. They were going to have him do all that work, then have him killed off, and split the world between themselves, but surprise, surprise, the people rebelled against them. France has one of the best military services in the world and King Armado could not forsee an uprising.

That explains why King Max's face was locked in a constant growl, and Armado, who was good at keeping face, looked like a smug snake trying to hide something, they just didn't know that Simian was their greatest threat for overthrowing the plan because he went under the guise of a villain, assembled a team of closet psycopaths (the exception being Flying), and started putting two and two together as Eggman kept Sonic busy.

King Max and King Armado were surprised when it all came crashing down around them and everybody turned on them, minus Sally, who turned into a copy of her father in attitude, corrupted by the idea of power, when they found out their little ploy to take over the world for themselves. He was there when it had happened too, and he could remember how Antoine just disintegrated on the spot as his father and Sally's father were exposed for the fakes they are as Queen Aleena strode through those grand doors with confidence, with him, Nack, Jet, Sonic, and Sonia following her, ready to blast the remainder of the lies down by the canonfulls and take back her crown.

Even though the ending was glorious, it was still bittersweet, as Antoine was a convict and the throne of France was empty of a ruler (his sister was a tyrant who basically turned France into a third world country), and the only other people available was his 12 year old niece, his 8 year old nephew, and his newborn niece, whom none were ready to rule yet (you had to be 16 to take the throne in France) and even though Sonic may have won back the kingdom in his mother's name and been recrowned as king, he was still married to Princess Bitch, so the Acorns would still be around for a long, long time. As for Bernadette and Jules, they were the siblings of Sonic's dad, who watched him as his "parents" in the absence of his real parents, as he, the evil Dr. Eggman, wrecked havoc and ruined lives, something that would always haunt him forever.

That wasn't all, Eggman had made other "allies" in line to take power for themselves, and they were all just as corrupt, and he had to watch his throat especially around them because they were closer to him than his heartbeat, and they knew that he knew what they wanted and were up to, IQ of 300 or not.

He knew that Dr. Fukurokuv the Dodo (Not the owl, he was the subserviant brother whose words of, "Maybe, um," and "I really think-" were coated over by his older brother's brashness) wanted a slice of Mobius for himself, so he had to share that with him to win against Sonic (And Sonic has yet to win a battle against him) and that flying bastard Predator Hawk that would. Not. Stop. Hunting. Him. Down. Would continuously show up and save Sonic's ass at the expense of his own, and would get him many angry phone calls from the Fukurokuvs.

He got that he was an assassin and all, but if the Armada found him anywhere near that blue hawk, the Armada was going to have a payday with his ass, and with them being warrior aliens, they were more than capable of destroying him, and he was afraid to break off ties with him, even though that ultimately, in the end, he would probably wipe his face off of the map anyways.

Then along came Conquering Storm, who not only wanted to be the Bride of all the Clans, but the Emporess of Japan itself. And with Lightning, Monkey Khan, and River being the major, at-home threat, she needed to do something to make her dream happen without them getting in the way.

So he gave her a piece of Japan, hoping that she would seduce Lightning into her bed so that way she could eradicate him as a threat before he could bring in the Destructix, who, truth be told, were actually double agents working to destroy him from the inside out by financially destroying him (Which would cause his "loyal" subjects to become unruly for not being paid, and then they would turn against him), and what does she do?

She calls Lightning back, waits for his team to come and get him, alongside Monkey Khan, who also brought a mere squabble of Freedom Fighters to fight by his side, who was hitting up Sonic on every way known to hurt Lightning, completely ignoring the Master Plan (Because the Destructix had a tendency to get things done, and by killing Lightning, the team would fall like dominos), going off on her own little device, and allowing the Destructix to continue on with destroying his vast empire.

Then Lightning comes back and mails Eggman her head, bringing back the point that just about everyone who worked for him, with the exception of Nic and the Destructix (when they felt like it), were either stubborn, blinded by power and greed, or lack enough intelligence to know who to strike at first.

Mammoth Mogul was a different story. One wrong move, and that mammoth would kill them all in a single handwave. He was someone he did not want to mess around with, or Naugus, who just wanted Fiona the Fox to be his girlfriend. Nack was just in it for the money, as was his sister, and Bean and Bark was out for his throat by going after everyone affiliated with him-and they did not care to kill them either.

Drago was horrendous. He didn't know why he let that bitch stick around as long as he did, but he did. He didn't get anything done, he went off on his own tangent, never listened, betrayed him at every footstep as much as he did to the Freedom Fighters and Destructix (Who wanted him dead badly), and bullied everyone around him.

But he could not deny that he had become attatched to Sonic, to Nack, to Simian and his Destructix team, to them all because he was lonely and missed the company. It's not like he could've just surrendered to them to settle things over a cup of tea. He would've been either jailed or shot, depending on who he ran into. In fact, his little "I Want To Rule The World" plots became into "I Just Want Someone To Talk To" skirmishes. This eventually led to him giving up, but not before, by credibility of valid proof and video evidence, exposing all the frauds around him.

He heard urgent knocking on the door, and the doorknob clicking like crazy as Sonic begged him to tell him what was wrong. Eggman didn't even hold back the tears as he opened up the door and found standing there was Sonic, Nack, Jet, Silver, Wave, Storm, Speedy, Big, Cream, Marine, Bean, Bark, Nic, Amelia, a begrudging Fiona, glaring at him from the corner with her arms crossed, and a stale looking Omega.

"What's wrong?" Sonic asked. "We heard screaming and-" Jet panted out. "And thought that you had finally died and was just letting us all know." Nack finished for Jet. Sonic, Jet, and Eggman gave him a glare and Nack looked back at them and shrugged, "What?" Sonic pointed at him and declared, "We'll have to work on a filter for that mouth of your's next." "Uh." was all that Eggman could muster out.

Sonic grabbed him by the back as best he could, and gave him a friendly smile. "Come now," said Jet. "We have a party planned out for you." "Uh Jet," Nack said, looking at Jet dully. "I don't think ya were supossed to tell him that, mate." "It's alright," Eggman waved away as they strode into another room. "I already knew it was mine and Sonic's birthday, so what's the big surprise?"

Sonic paused for a moment and said, "If I kissed you right now that would be a surprise." And the whole world came screeching to a crashing halt.

"What in the bloody 'ell?" Nack exclaimed.

"Please tell me you two aren't in a secret relationship?" Jet facepalmed.

"Oh my gosh," Fiona screeched. "I missed helping Lightning move for this?"

"Daddy is in love with an animal?" Amelia squeaked in sheer curiosity.

"Uh Sonic, I may be gay, but I'm not one for committing beastiality." Eggman answered awkwardly. Sonic gave him a wide-eyed look and said, "I didn't mean it that way Eggy. I meant that it would be a surprise to kiss you, but truly, the last thing we need is another Elise moment."

"You leave Elise alone Sonic!" Silver shouted. "Oh yeah, I forgot, he's Elise's pet hedgehog, so of course he's gonna be overprotective of her, I just hope that he's not protecting her out of love." Sonic whispered to Eggman. "Of course," Eggman whispered back. "Shadow was like that too to Maria. He was her pet after all, and for good reasons too, just like Silver is to Elise. I think Silver and Elise might just be 2 Iblis Triggers instead of one. The Lock and Key, but that is for another day."

Sonic nodded at him before turning his attention to the crowd, clapped his hands together, and spoke in a very fancy tone, "Assembly, I've always wanted to use that word, welcome to Sonic and Eggman's Big Birthday Bash! Please note that I condone zooliphany because getting kissed by Elise creeped off everyone who's ever heard of the game and more."

Nack tapped Sonic on the shoulder and whispered into his ear, "You're breaking the fourth wall." "Oh, I was?" Sonic gasped in shock. "Aye," Nack answered. "And we're not even there yet." Sonic took a good look around and apologized, "Sorry everybody, we still have to cross one more set of doors and we'll be there." The crowd only looked at him.

When they had burst through the metallic doors of Eggman's lair/house, they were all greeted by tripwire confetti, which dropped an assortment of balloons and cascades of banners waving in the air as the streamers twirled to their places. "Happy Birthday Eggman and Sonic!" cheered the crowd behind them.

Eggman jumped as this sudden outburst took him by surprise. Sonic threw up his jazz hands and smiled, waving them around in the air and shaking the nickel watch on his wrist. It matched perfect with his red, open jacket, his red and gray sweatpants, his brown sandals that crossed at his ankles, and the gloveless hands that revealed white, illuminated fingers standing by the watch.

Eggman still looked at Sonic as the blue hedgehog grabbed him by his hands and led him over to the punch bowl, joy frollicking from ear to ear as he said, "Come on Eggy, let's go have some fun." Then he turned to the crowd and blasted, "Fun for everybody!" The crowd roared in excitement.

The party was a smash! Maybe a few people couldn't handle their alcohol and threw up on the floor, but that doesn't mean that he couldn't strike up some conversation with the sober guests. The music was jumping wildly through his ears, bringing pleasure to his brain. The smell of food was giggling in his nose and the taste was exotic. Some of the throng was dancing, getting carried away with their feet, except maybe a few.

Eggman drank the last of his water, tossed it into the trash, and pushed his way past a very drunk Sonic, who slobbered, "It'sssss a grrrreat tiiimmmmmme. Yep it was. A great tiiiimmmmme." He fell foward slurring out the lyrics to London Bridge before struggling to stand up.

Jet was in no condition to help him either, as he was passed out onto the couch still in his doctor's uniform- A long, white jacket, no gloves, a ring on his pinky, index, and wedding fingers, a gold wristwatch, a grey belt, and plain red boots sloshed across the room. Nack was too busy devouring cake to even care. Some of the other guests had already started to leave, with Eggman spotting on particular person he needed to talk to-Fiona.

He managed to catch her just in time as the door was flying open to make way for her and Nic. Nic whispered into Fiona's ear, "I'll stay 'ere and make sure nothin' 'appens to ya, mate." The weasel looked up at the bald man and blinked her eyes before nodding for the younger girl to speak.

"Nic made me come." Fiona glowered as she stiffened up. "I'm sorry." Eggman apologized, sorrow glimmering in his eyes as the only words he's ever wanted to tell her. Fiona's squinted eyes were like cold iron bars on a cage. "No you're not." she spoke tensely. "But I truly am." the birthday man sniffled. "Then you wouldn't have hurt her," Nic retorted calmly, but you could tell her eyes held rage in them. "Come on Fi, let's go."

The two girls turned to exit, but Eggman caught Nic's arm. Before he could ask his question, Nic pulled a gun on him and pointed it at his face. "Let. Me. Go." she snarled, the fire rising in her eyes. Fiona's eyes howled with the blaze of battle that was ready to burst free. "Please answer my question." Eggman pleaded. Nic only repeated her words, but this time, she cocked her gun, and another one clicked behind his ear.

The party fell silent as Eggman slowly pryed his hands off of her arms. "Please?" he asked, his eyes welling up with tears. "Alright," Nic answered, still keeping the gun locked on his eyes. "Ask away." Eggman gulped and chose his words carefully, "If I may ask, if Fiona is still very angry with me, why did you allow her to come?"

Nic's anger was swimming in her eyes. Though they still held her fire, her mouth held her truth. "I made her come because I think that it would be good for her to throw the past behind her and make amends. That does not give you the right to touch me, or her!"

Eggman shriveled in his spot. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." "Sorry doesn't reverse time." Fiona tomed numbly. She turned around and walked out, Nic and Nack following behind her. Eggman stood in his spot, staring on at the closed door. Sonic struggled to near him as he stared on and on, before running off crying as soon as Sonic's hand touched his shoulder.

He ran to his room, slammed the door shut, and threw his dresser in front of it with a horrible BANG! He threw the stuff off of his shelf, smashed his window with his spare toolset, punched his hands against the walls till they were bloody, ripped his pillow apart, threw all of his blankets out of the window, stabbed a knife through his bed before ripping up the mattress and pulling the strings out one by one as the tears flowed down his body like the blood was from his knuckles.

He clenched his teeth so hard he thought that they would break. He knocked his shower rod off of the shower, ripped the lid off of the toilet before slamming it with great satisfaction into the bathroom sink and mirror before turning his attention to one sheet of paper, which he ripped up to pieces, threw in the air, and then did an angry dance before tossing himself into the floor to wail.

How could he forget her? She was the little girl who's body was one of the best for testing ever. His cut her open and removed her organs before placing them back in mutated, when she bled out, he replaced her blood with Uranium and removed her bones to see if it would kill her, after breaking them, removed her eyes and placed glass shards into the sockets, blinding her forever before replacing them with robotic ones, put chips into her brain, threw her across the room, made her run for her life as a target for shooting practice, beat her, cut her nose off and replaced it with a cybernetic, placed listening devices into her ears, mocked her for everything she had, starved her, let her go thirsty, made her run to the point she collapsed, and then he fed her so much to see if she would bloat up before branding her back with his name on it.

He took away her name, her identity, ripped away the memory of the ones who had loved her before-a set of frog people who took her in after her teenage mother abandoned her near an Italian restaurant in Detroit- and replaced them all with scars, because she was his best test subject, like Monkey Khan, who lasted just as long as she did when he captured him and tried to drown him to see how well monkeys could swim, before cutting off his tail, reattactching it after infection had set in, cutting back off, healing the wounds, reattatching the tail, and injecting so many viruses and poisons in his body, he's become immune to them all.

Eggman wailed loudly as she continued to sob. Then he heard something break- his door-the only thing not destroyed in his bedroom. "Sonic." Eggman heard himself say before he even realized it.

"Nah mate," said an Australian voice, stepping into the room. "It's only me, Nack." "What do you want?" Eggman demanded ferociously. "Calm down," Nack said, throwing his hands up in the air. "I'm not going to hurt ya." "Yeah right," snarked Eggman. "That's why there was a gun clicked to the back of my head with it's owner ready to pull the trigger." "She's me sistah, wot do ya expect me to do? Leave 'ah to 'ah own devices?" "Well you're sister needs anger management." Eggman leered, rising up from his position on the floor. "We all do." Nack answered nonchalantly.

"But how can you-" Eggman didn't even finish the sentence before he broke down crying. "Now now mate," Nack said, walking towards him. "I don't wanna see no tears now." He did the unthinkable-he hugged Eggman, lightly patting his back.

Eggman raised his towering body up from the Mustelid and blinked at him. "What about Fiona?" was the Homo Sapien Sapien's main concern. Nack blinked at him and stated sourly, "She's still gonna 'ate you to the end of time, and I don't blame 'ah." "Gee thanks, that makes me feel a lot better." Eggman sniffled dryly. "It's not suppossed to, mate." Nack replied. "Well, why did you come in here anyways?" Eggman asked, his manners slipping away.

"To say," Nack answered, stepping closer to Eggman. "That I'm sorry, and I wanted to give you this." The weasel pulled out a sniper rifle from his hammerspace pocket under his hat and handed it to the man. Eggman stared at the gift and locked his eyes with Nack, trying to assure if this was real or fantasy. "Take it Eggy." Sonic encouraged, Jet looking up to Eggman in hope.

Eggman wiggled his mustache then looked at Fang, who urged the gun foward into his hands. Eggman took it and looked at Nack. Their eyes met, and they had each silently begun to understand each oter, the icy wall between them melting away, not forever, but enough to embrace each other's warmth.

Slowly, Eggman placed the gun over his body and reached for the furry weasel's head, placing his bare hand on the warm headfur and rubbing it gently. Nack squinted his eyes before he opened them and wrapped his body around Eggman in a true hug, Sonic and Jet joining in.

"And so, the weasel and the human fell in love-" "Fell in love!" Nack squealed before throwing his hands off of Eggman. "Jet," Sonic said snidely. "What the hell?" "Thanks for ruining the moment." Eggman stated, leaving the room, Nack and Sonic following after him, leaving Jet alone in the shambled remnants of Eggman's room.

Jet looked foward towards the audience, gulped, and halfheartedly asked, "But who's gonna clean up the room?"

End of Chapter 16