I own neither Eggman nor Scheck. Heck, I don't even own the media they're from! Sad, isn't it? :(

Scheck and Eggman: End of the Bargain

"Listen, I made myself very clear. You supply me with the materials I need...and I pay you back in return with the financial support your company needs. Honestly, Scheck, I can't see what was so hard to grasp about such a simple bargain."

For the second time that day, Alphonse Perrier du Von Scheck had to facepalm in clear frustration at his "ally's" apparent lack of comprehension.

'If he weren't the sponsor for my company, I'd—Now, now, Scheck, no need to lose our temper...'

Besides, Eggman would surely understand! After all, he himself was no stranger to setbacks, right?

"Eggman, my dear...friend...," the CEO began with a falsely amiable tone and a cheesy grin to match, "perhaps I haven't made myself clear."

And so the former executive shared with his business partner the whole story of how a money-laden plan for bigger and better change—a glorious plan to convert an ancient, rundown neighborhood into a massive corporate beaut of a shopping center—was reduced to a full-scale fiasco by a couple of fourth graders. Strangely though, Eggman's face seemed to become harder and harder to read as the story went on. Even after Scheck finished, still no reaction emerged from the rotund scientist.

In fact, the explanation continued to receive silence from a blank-faced evil genius for a few more moments...only for that silence to be filled to the brim abruptly with raucous laughter! Heck, the obese genius nearly fell out of his floating chair from doubling back!

Scheck did not feel as amused.

"I'm being serious!" the offended executive growled, his pearly white teeth gnashing in the dim lighting of the central control of Eggman's ship.

Unfortunately (and much to Scheck's ever-increasing chagrin), Eggman, account of his guttural guffawing, still seemed lost in the apparent "hilarity" of the CEO's recent flop!

"O-ho-ho Scheck, you really should warn people before spilling yarn like that! Two actual nine-year olds," Eggman stuck out two fingers and, with his other, pointed to the first finger to count of, "—one with a bizarre stack of hair..."

Then (with an even stronger fit on the horizon) pointed to the second finger before continuing, "and the other with a football-head ya say—managed to best not just a grown man, but the CEO of a highly successful company as well?"

Okay, that was it!

To be laughed at twice in one day—first by the whole neighborhood and the mayor herself, then by his own ally—already held enough mortification for Scheck. However, to be called a downright liar for allegedly making up a story detailing what was (at least in his own grandeur opinion) the most pride-crushing... spirit-dragging...and hope-defying defeat ever to fall upon him...

To say the least, Scheck was feeling quite close to busting a vein on his neck right now!

Too bad Eggman was in no mood to get into an argument...especially since someone here had decided to shirk his own end of the bargain.

The CEO barely had time to open his mouth to retort before the rotund scientist, disappointment now substituting the amusement that just been present moments ago, promptly and without a second thought pressed a button on the left hand handle of the rotation chair he was seated in.

Instantaneously, a gaping hope opened up in the metallic floor and swallowed Scheck up before closing mechanically and mercilessly on the man's fading screams.

Eggman didn't even shed a tear. Then again, would you wanna shed a tear for somebody who doesn't follow through for you?

Exactly...!

'Well that was a flop!' Eggman mused in annoyance before swiveling in his chair and moving it until he reached his gigantic computer monitor.

"Note to self: never count on meatheads or figureheads to do a mad scientist's job."