Chapter Guile: Sonic Boom
"Harsh!" cried Silver. He despised the sight of offensive Omega.
"The E-123 compels me to annihilate!" cried Omega and he did the shooty.
Shots had touched the ground below. All the bullets scattered.
"Gosh, this is a tough day," said Mighty.
"Aye, it reminds me of my dead dad," said Vector with sad crocodile eyeball tears. He was sad.
"We gotta get him!" announced Silver's zeal.
Shamrock was still there as the fourth person. He did it.
"He did it," said Silver to Vector and Mighty about Shamrock.
Shamrock did it.
He exists.
Deal with it.
Or don't.
Because Shamrock is a woodstink.
"Hardly a day worth my shots," said Omega with a wrong gesture in his heart and guns on his hands. "I will follow all of you to your untimely demise!"
"He wishes to eradicate us like common vermin!" said Mighty poetically like Poe and Shaky Pierre.
Omega went full on beast mode and adjusted his arms to assert righteous robot dominance.
"He is a tyrant just like chaotic life!" examined Vector as he examined his nose with the Monado. It could slice up the green lurkers, but could not cut people. It is a plot point.
"This is a terrible time to fight," said Silver. "I want to do a hero deed and write a memoir about my abs."
"You should use your abs to firmly grasp the pencil," commented Shamrock.
"Shut up, Shamrock! Nobody likes you!" roared Silver with angry ears.
It was true. No one liked stupid Shamrock the Hedgehog, so he disappeared into nothingness.
"Dude!" cried Mighty. "Now our bobsled has been rendered useless!"
"We need a hero!" wailed Vector's crocodile lungs. He felt turkey reaching his throat from past tuna melts. The residue clung to his esophageal cavities. Deep in the inverted tonsils lurked the phlegm. They coated the interior, decorating like dangerous honey.
Silver wiped brow from sweat and put it on his shining abs of glory. "This is my conquest of hope," said he.
"Die, cretins!" called Omega and he started shootin' da Dean Beam, his ultimate move!
"And this is why I rock!" roared Silver as he charged hard fist and broke many rulings of ethical behaviour. Omega got the ouching into his hard drive. It hurt like ow.
"Ow," said Omigosh, reeling back with pain-receptor units.
"We will fight and win! That is our lovely good-doing deed!" growled Silver with his glowing charisma.
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