Chapter Carl: Llama Lord
Scratch put his real chicken life in the game now. He attacked with full power in all his systems like a true Eggman relative.
"Scratch has a bad power that can kill. We must quell it!" shouted Silver as he shot psychic attacks at the robotic fowl. Scratch just deflected the stuff.
"Dorks!" roared Vector. He could not believe his dad had just died and now Scratch was opposing their advance.
"I think we can crush him if we use heart power!" called Mighty from atop the mountain.
Silver winked at Mighty and then puffed up his chest, accentuating his tight abs all the more.
Scratch saw the dramatic abs of Silver's and was stunned by pure awe and thanksgiving. He sat down to meditate on the abs he just saw and now he was an open target, of course.
Mighty growled with his energy rushing through his overtoned bod and did a muscular bashing to the bot.
Scratch imploded under the armadillo manoeuver and this was a killer threat. His head went boing-boing and landed in Vector's hand.
"This is for spoiling my dead dad's death, fiend!" cried Vector. He brought his fist down and bashed Scratch to tiny fragments.
Now Scratch was dead…
OR WAS HE?
"I cannot believe he ain't dead!" shouted Silver when he had realised the truth.
Scratch used his magical science to regenerate his whole self. Even though he was fragmented and reality was no longer within, Scratch was reconstructed and perfect yet again.
"This is a greatly concerning debate," growled Mighty.
"Most fearsome do looking!" recited Silver from the best school spelling textbook. His prominent student status far exceeded the perfection of minds within this world.
Vector howled at the moon and gained more attacking power because that's what Poochyena does in great distress.
"Hot! Dang! Attitude!" laughed Mighty because Vector was getting pumped and it was a neat sight. Silver agreed with the armadillo hunk's interjections.
Silver also noticed how neat the added buffness made Vector's abs look. It was now probably made more delectable to the women of this world. Silver knew Shadow would have been proud of his son's abbage had he not been dead.
"What are you going to do, sit on me?" taunted Scratch.
"Don't tempt me," said Vector.
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