Omochao's Revenge
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"Wait… where'd you come from?" wondered Omochao in bewilderment.
"Oh, I was lying on the floor, just below your field of vision," said Eggman smugly, eating a grape popsicle.
"Oh," said Omochao dreamily. He then began to sway his hips and sing Gwen Stefani. "If I was a rich girl, na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na! Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl!"
"Well?" shrieked Eggman, bringing Omochao back to reality. "Why are you in my base? And how did you sneak past my Hammer Bots?"
"Thanks to my muscular body, my cunning wit, and my selfless bravery, I defeated them all in very… non-singing-related… combat," fidgeted Omochao nervously. "And I am in your base… to make an alliance with you!"
"Cool," said Eggman, pouring himself a Smirnoff ice. "What's the deal?"
"You see, I want to defeat Sonic the Hedgehog," said Omochao. "And I have tried to get help from Chao, I have tried to get help from Mobsters, and now I want help from you. The only person who can help me defeat them is somebody who has never defeated them in his life, despite his many efforts."
Eggman blinked. Of course, Omochao didn't see that, because the doctor wore sunglasses.
"Hmmm… sounds like a plan," said Eggman.
"That's it? I spend all this time to get to you, and it's that simple?"
"Well, no," said Eggman wickedly. "First, you'll need to pass a test."
Omochao's screams could be heard from miles around.
"Whoa, chill," winced Eggman. "The test is easy."
"What is it?" hissed Omochao, looking quite dangerous.
"You have to prove you'll be a good evil minion. You'll need to cook for me, make sure my robots do what they're supposed to, alert me if Sonic comes… that sort of thing."
Omochao took an aspirin. "Deal."
They shook hands, or rather, Eggman's pulpy fist practically crushed Omochao's robotic paw.
"Well, to start out, you'll need to fix me breakfast," said Eggman smugly, leaning back in his chair.
"What do you want to eat?" said Omochao, dreading the answer.
"Well, just for starters, I'll have waffles, pancakes, English muffins, toast, donuts, toaster strudels, pop tarts, bagels, fresh fruit, cereal, oatmeal, porridge, hash browns, sausage, bacon, ham, an omelette, orange juice, and a Danish… I'm not very hungry," said the doctor.
Omochao's eyes almost bugged out of his head. "Are you crazy? No wonder you're so fat!"
"Fine, the deal's off," shrugged Eggman.
"No, wait!" bellowed Omochao. "I'll do it."
Several hours later, Omochao carted all the food in, an apron and oven mitts on.
"Splendid," said Eggman, surveying his feast and somehow eating a bagel whole. "You've proven you can cook. Now, you must keep my legions in line."
"Fine," said Omochao. "Don't I get a uniform?"
"Your apron is your uniform," said Eggman smugly.
Grumbling, Omochao strode away.
A few rooms away, a robot was polishing Eggman's trophy collection (all of the trophies were made by Eggman's robots). Omochao strode into the room.
"Hmmm…" said Omochao. "Good polishing, robot."
"Thank you, sir," beeped the robot.
"What do you use as polish?" Omochao asked softly. "Soapy water? Would you say that that is the BEST way to clean trophies?" His eyes glinted maniacally.
"I think so… I'm not sure," stuttered the robot.
"Not sure, eh?" growled Omochao with eyes of fire. "Well, maybe your memory will come back when you're burning in the depths of the earth's core!" Omochao pulled out a fake Chaos Emerald (but the robot didn't know that) and glared angrily.
"It is the best!" shrieked the robot fearfully. "Nothing better than soapy water, sir."
"Not even Windex?" asked Omochao, his voice menacingly.
"Windex? Good suggestion, sir," said the robot, relieved.
"I was just testing you! Windex sucks!" cackled Omochao. "Open fire!" He pulled out a set of Tommy guns and blasted the robot into smithereens.
"Good work," approved Eggman. "Nothing like that to keep a robot on his toes. Now, only one more test… alert me when Sonic comes."
"Well, that could take forever!" whined Omochao. "What if he never comes? What reason would he have to come here, anyway?"
Just then, the wall smashed in, and the form of a blue hedgehog emerged from the debris.
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