"DESTROY! DESTROY! DESTROY THE COMPETITION!"
"Look, Omega," said the Manager, "I like your enthusiasm, which is why I hired you, but you can't say things like that behind the register. You may scare away our customers."
"She already left without ordering," stated Omega. "Shall I retrieve her BY FORCE?" Omega balled up its fingers.
"No no," said the manager. "Just don't scare away the next one."
"What about annihilating?" asked Omega.
"None of that either."
"Oh...alright." A robot tear fell.
Eggman walked to the counter. "I'd like an Egg McMuffin deep fried in...Omega?"
"Doctor...I'll destroy!..." The manager approached. "Preparing fake personality...I'd love to take your order."
"Wow," said Dr. Eggman. "You've really changed over the years, Omega."
"Please order now," said Omega in a calm, yet fake, voice.
Eggman continued, "You'd think that you would never have gotten over your fury and determination to see my complete and utter destruction."
"Order NOW."
Eggman still continued, "Tell you what, since you've been such a good robot, unlike in the past, how about I do you the honor of becoming scrap metal for my next latest and greatest creation?"
"INPUT ORDER NOW!" the voice was getting more furious by the second.
"Or," continued Eggman, "how 'bout I lock you up in an abandoned base to guard Shadow again? Ha! Just kidding, I wouldn't do that again...oh wait, I would! Hahaha."
"Initiating Battle Mode."
"What?" said Eggman.
"Total destruction in three, two,.."
"I feel like I haven't accomplished much in life..." said Eggman.
"One."
Later, at Burger King.
"It says on your résumé that you destroyed one of those accursed McDonald's!" said the King. "That's enough to get you to manager status!"
-On the job at Burger King-
Eggman walked in. "Yes, I'd like a salad with quadruple the ranch dressing and...Omega?"
One Battle Mode later...
Later, at Dairy Queen...and so on and so on...