In the bowels of Robotropolis, Robotnik sat in front of the wall of monitors inside his control room. He sat there fine tuning his security system, while his brain processed devious ideas of how to once again control Mobius. I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for those meddling kids, wait…fuck, that's Scooby Doo, Robotnik thought. Maybe if I can end up making some big death laser, just melt the whole goddamn forest, HAHAHA. Uh hold on…I think that was in a Bond movie, but which one? When can it be considered an original idea again? It was in Star Wars too, but then again my Death Egg is a carbon copy of that…I hope I don't get sued…I need some hash browns…
"Ummm…the…uh…" Snively stammered entering the control room.
"Out with it asshole, I may be a genius, but I'm not a psychic. Like those crazy bitches that think they can solve murders. Where the fuck do they get their balls? So, what has you stammering about like a fucking retard?" Robotnik asked as he slowly revolved his chair toward Snively.
"Something rather unusual has occurred, sir. The Freedom Fighters are here, and they wish to seek an audience with you."
"All of them?"
"Yes sir, Sally said something about Tails being terminally ill."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh how I hate that fucking whiner, I guess dreams really do come true," Robotnik laughed. "That was good wasn't it? I haven't laughed like that in a long time. Send them in," he said, motioning with his hand.
"Of course, sir," Snively responded as he turned and left the room. A few moments later he reappeared with all of the Freedom Fighters following closely behind him.
"I don't know why I ever bother to concoct diabolical plans, when you all just show up here and save me the trouble. So before you are incarcerated and killed slowly, very slowly, and painfully, is there a pressing issue you wish to discuss?" Robotnik inquired.
"Please, hear us out Robotnik," Sally pleaded.
"Well what do you think I'm doing? Do you think I'm waiting for a fucking mime to show up and entertain me upon pain of death?"
"Of course not," Sally replied. "It's just that…Tails is sick, and his last wish was to come to Mobotropolis one more time."
"What am I, the Make Me a Fucking Wish Foundation…?"
"I believe it's Make a Wish Foundation, sir," Snively interrupted.
"Shut your mouth you fucking infidel, do I look like a sack of meat incapable of thought or speech? Anyway, since when did Robotropolis become a tourist attraction? I'm not exactly running a charity here, I don't really understand what precisely you're asking me," Robotnik said.
"That makes perfect sense, considering you have your head up your ass," Sonic quipped. Sally then walked over to Sonic and slapped him a few good times.
"Sorry about that, I've been trying to tell him he needs to be quiet…" Sally began.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I've got the lips of a statue," Sonic quickly replied.
"SONIC!" Sally shouted, giving him a warning glance. "Anyway, I was just hoping that we could arrange a trip into the city. The reason I came was to make sure we could do this without violence or trouble. I'm not stupid, I would only ask you for something like this in the direst of situations, and this is it."
"I'm sure you know me to be an evil, insolent, corrupt, greedy bastard, and I'm all of those things," Robotnik admitted. "So what makes you think I'm going to do something out of the kindness of my own black heart? I could give a shit if that lame ass finally gets what he deserves."
"I'm not a lame ass…" Tails began.
"You're a buttfucking quitter!" Robotnik broke in. Sonic began laughing so hard he fell to the floor. Sally gave Sonic a scornful look, and then turned her attention back to Robotnik.
"This appearance was just a formality, if you don't want to accommodate our request, go fuck yourself. I can see we won't be able to settle this matter peacefully," Sally patted the backpack she had on. "That's just fine with me, we can take a more drastic measures. The choice is yours of course."
"Oh fuck it, Snively, can you do nothing right?" Robotnik roared. Snively then walked over to him and whispered something in his ear. "Okay Miss Fancypants, you've made your point, but you and I both know I'll need something in return for my mental anguish. Sonic and Knuckles are to remain here with me until you return. That's my asking price."
"Will they be set free when we get back?" Sally questioned.
"That depends on the manner of your return. How dare you impugn my honor, as long as you return they will be returned to you. If you need clarification as to why I chose these two, take a good look at the rest of your friends. Need I explain further?" Robotnik asked, glancing around the room. "I thought not, now was there something else?"
"Ho ho, fuck that. Sally if you got some explosives let's give this room a new paint job," Sonic suggested. Sally just looked at down at her boots. "Shit, it was just a stinking cheap ass bluff."
"Alright Robotnik, you have yourself a deal. But if they aren't returned by midday, there will be hell to pay," Sally threatened.
"Oh yes of course, I respect that," Robotnik countered sarcastically. "Now go show your soon-to-be-dead friend the wonderful sights of Robotropolis." Nobody in the room moved. "I said get the fuck out! Yeah except you two, you motherfuckers, you come with me."