Chapter 1492: Colombia

"Where is day?" asked Silver, screaming into the night sky. He hated the moon's looming presence. It had felt like ages since the quaint rise of the full sphere of celestial proportions.

"That is what we have become…" mused Vector, resting his chin upon the Monado. "We must search for more tact."

Mighty hated this mission, but believed a lot in hope like Kit the Tortoise in some other fanfic that you should NEVER read.

"Zebstrika…" said Silver finally.

"What is that, Silver?" asked Mighty because he dumbly did not utilise his mighty armadillo ears.

Vector wondered if that last sentence should have contained a capital.

"I know of a solution!" said Silver with his mouth moving to form words made from vowels and diphthongs.

Vector loved the purity of the sentence. "What say you?" asked the croc.

"I say we must capture a Zebstrika," announced the silver leader. "We need a way to get electricity to make us go faster and power our computers!"

Vector took out his CELL PHONE. He dialed it and received no signal. Silver was right; they needed more energy in their CELLULAR DEVICES.

Mighty was discouraged from the lack of immediate free wi-fi because he was a Star-B's fellow. Also, Mighty hated semicolons.

" ; " asked Silver with his pure heart.

"Exactly," said Mighty with teariness in his eyeball. He hugged Silver with his tight biceps and was being very good at friendship.

"Good to know," said Vector. He then got a bobsled. The three went inside and started the motor.

Vector cried sad crocodile tears of terrible woe.

Mighty thought about prunes and asked why the tears leaked from the gator ducts.

"I weep because this is a four-person bobsled!" cried Vector. "In order to make it move, we need my dad to assist!"

Silver then remembered how Shadow was dead and this was an uneasy life for Vector, son of the Ultimate Lifeform.

"If dead is your dad, then how do?" asked Mighty.

Vector wept cuz didn't know how do.

Silver cried too because he also not know how do.

Mighty cried because of the same reasons.

The trials were getting harsh…

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