All Tails could do was sit there, hoping Sonic would be there soon. If he came with a grenade launcher, well, than Tails is a fucking prophet. So you know what happens? The door get's blown up.
"Howdy." said Sonic as he walked in.
"Oh thank god." said Tails
"What?"
"Well I had a dream where you blew up the door and I ended up killing you. When you blew up the door I thought I could predict the future, but you walked in this time. Not strolled in." explained Tails
"Right, well let's get going." Said Sonic as he walked toward the stairs.
"Yea." Said Tails getting up. (That blood loss thing was in the dream. His leg was still bleeding though, so he patched it up with some fur and limped on it.)
There was a sign that said "Control Room, if you want to play music throughout the city, hoping people will kill themselves, go here, it's on the 50th floor. (Big place eh?)"
"Wow, that's convenient." Said Tails
"You know it." Said Sonic as he set off towards the stairs.
5 floors later
"Well." asked Sonic while they walked up more stairs.
"Well what?"
"Aren't you going to ask where I got my grenade launcher?"
"Knicked it off a dead fan-boy?"
"No, I bought it from Home Depot."
"They sell those now?"
"They have been for the past 5 years."
"Did they even have grenade launchers 5 years ago?"
"Got me."
5 floors later (10th floor)
"What the hell is that?" asked Sonic as they neared the landing.
"Looks like a blue torch to me." Said Tails. In fact, it was a blue torch with a strange man standing next to it.
"Who the hell are you?" Asked Sonic aiming a grenade right to his face.
"I'm a merchant, strangers."
"A merchant eh, well what are you selling?" asked Tails
"Oh, I got something that'll interest ya!" he said opening his cloak.
"Look away!" shouted Sonic turning his head.
"Sonic, he's wearing pants." Said Tails who was looking at all the guns inside the cloak. "Woah, what's that one?" asked Tails pointing to a hand gun.
"That's a Red-9, choice of an avid gun collector. It's a nice gun stranger."
"How much?"
"20,000 pesetas."
"WHAT? How the hell do you expect to sell anything at that price here? We are in a fucking radio station, only hippies work here."
"Wait, what's that gun you already have stranger?"
"Oh, it's a .45 magnum." said Tails
"Ah, I'll buy it at a high price."
"How much?"
"32,000 pesetas."
"Sold! Now, give me the Red-9."
"Heh heh heh, thank you." He said taking Tails' gun and giving him the one he wanted. "Now," he said as he turned to Sonic "What'll you be getting?"
"Well what's that?" he said pointing to an odd looking gun.
"That'd be a Striker. A shotgun equipped with the ability of a wide shot."
"A shotgun? Not my taste."
"Wait, what do you mean? You used one earlier in the story." said Tails eyeing his gun.
"I just got bored with it. Also, try not to look into the barrel of a gun Tails. That's just stupid. Now this, this looks awesome." said Sonic pointing to another magnum.
"Stranger, this gun is a .50 magnum, destroys everything and anything in it's path. But what would you need that for stranger, goin huntin an elephant?"
"How much."
"Nothing, it's free stranger. But this gun's potential isn't realized yet. I can custom tune it if you want."
"How much for the tuning?"
"700,000 pesetas."
"Hold on a second." He said turning his back to the merchant and talking to Tails. "How much money do you have?"
"Well, I had 12,000 for change but that's all. Why would this guy use pesetas, not even Spain uses them anymore."
"Well all I have is whatever I can get for the grenade launcher. Might as well sell it." Sonic turned back to face the merchant.
"Yes stranger?"
"How much can I get for the grenade launcher?"
"Hmm, I'll give you 50,000 pesetas."
"Sold. Well, no use buying the magnum if I can't tune it. Now what can I get for 62,000 pesetas?"
"Well stranger, you could buy the TMP. It's a machine gun that fires custom .9mm rounds. Only 10,000 pesetas stranger."
"Sold. Should've kept my grenade launcher though."
"Good choice stranger."
"Well adios merchant, we'll be on our way." said Sonic and Tails as they went up more stairs.
"Cunts." muttered the merchant as they departed.
Note that the slang was intentional, it's just the way he talks. But dang, even if it was just all dialogue, this was the longest chapter I have ever written.
