Chapter Mints: Chaos Spear
Toto took out one of his guitars and played a miraculous song to Silver's gang. Silver enjoyed it. Mighty, Vector, and Omega had their hearts to it too.
"Can you hear the passion in the chords, fellas?" asked the talented creature.
"Bruh!" said Silver in his natural time-traveling accent.
"My toe hurts," said Mighty.
"Oh hearts!" cried Vector. He rushed up to Mighty and administered crocodilian Monado powers to Mighty's sore toe.
"Why so?" asked Mighty. He kind of felt angry because he greatly disliked the gator assistance.
"I just saved your life!" Vector screamed as his tears flew everywhere like a guy who ate a lot of bean burritos and missed James Christian Kimmel on the telly.
"Hmm?" Mighty thought aloud with aloud eyebrow moving.
Silver and Toto heard the moving brow and turned their attention to the great issue. Omega did not because he was now recharging his batteries using sacred canola oil from the Flying Battery ZoneTM.
"Take it easy…" said Silver.
"No, I didn't write that song…" said Toto sadly.
"Vector is looking at my walking foot like a rampant crocodile!" roared Mighty with accusations. He readied his bow and arrows like a strong armadillo. "I think he is going carnivorous like in Zootopia!"
"Nay!" cried Vector fervently. "I have just saved your life, Mighty Dawg! Can you not heed my good deed?"
"This is troublesome and makes me highly crave solutions," muttered Toto with wrath.
"I hope you do not, Toto," said Mighty, an eyeball halfway to his core. "But I shall not ever forgive Vector! I will destroy him like a meadowlark does the valets…"
Silver stepped in between Mighty's arrow and Vector's powerful reptilian abs. "No! Do not do any harsh actions, Mighty!" His own abs reached out and snapped the harmful arrow in twain.
"Okey-dokey," sighed Mighty, seating his bow on a toadstool and opening a can of hash. He spread it atop his Ritz crackers.
Sliver turned to Vector with angry hedgehog eyes and furious pecs and abs. "What have you done to bring great turmoil upon Mighty's life? He is our friend. Do not eat him."
Vector sniffled like a sad tortellini. "I was a-scared," said he.
"You weep?" noticed Silver. He took out a notepad and studied the woe. "What happened?"
Vector pointed to Mighty's foot. The forthright tarsal extremities were shamed from his gaze. "Mighty was in the process of having a toe attack!"
"Ah…" said Silver, getting wiser. "Just like…"
"Just like my dad… before he fell ill to mortality," said Vector with a slight whisper. "Silver, my guy, I think Mighty is dying…"
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