Blow In The Bag
The next morning the Freedom Fighters were waiting for Sonic to meet up with them, just before he left. While everyone was milling about, Sally went over and stood next to Knuckles.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah sure, mate."
"What's going on with Sonic and Bunnie?"
"I'm not sure, I think he's just fuckin with ya," Knuckles answered. "Well, I guess he really isn't fuckin with you…"
"I saw them hugging last night," Sally sighed.
"Well, if she tries to hug him today, just get in there and box her out. Plus, you really shouldn't be too worried about hugs, mate. If you see her blowin him, then you got something to worry about. Speak of the devil, here comes that bastard now," Knuckles pointed out, as Sonic made his way over to them.
"You look like shit, Sonic. Did you get any sleep?" Sally asked.
"That was the first thing I was hoping to hear today, you look lovely," Sonic responded.
"Sorry, are you prepared for this, Sonic?"
"Not really, but what the fuck. You know, you guys didn't have to wake up early just to watch me leave…"
"Then fuck this, I'm back to bed, mate. See ya," Knuckles yawned, as he turned to leave.
"Yeah, fuck you too, buddy," Sonic retorted.
"It's just a joke, you're an awful defensive bloke, ain't ya?"
"Sonic, do you have that picture I drew for you?" Tails asked, ignoring Knuckles.
"That Picasso looking motherfucker?" Sally shot Sonic a glare. "Oh yeah sure, it's in my bag, with that jar of mayonnaise."
"Does anyone have some advice before Sonic leaves?" Sally asked.
"Don't be fucking zis up, I believes I will be ze next in line," Antoine complained.
"Try not to let your balls get blown off by a hand grenade, whilst in Robotnik's company," Rotor suggested.
"If you start getting a bad vibe, you get the fuck out quick, Sugar," Bunnie advised.
"That's everyone I guess. Just don't do anything stupid, you hear me?" Sally questioned.
"Clear as a fucking bell," Sonic responded. "Now if you'll excuse me I believe my bell is tolling, have a nice day." Sonic raced off in the direction of Robotropolis.
"He's going to get himself killed," Sally sighed, shaking her head.
"Hun, don't say that."
"I got ten bucks saying he doesn't make it back," Rotor said.
"I will be matching zis action," Antoine replied.
"I'll put my ten on him makin it back, mate."
"Why go against the odds?" Rotor inquired.
"Let's just say, I'm not one for the odds, mate."
"I can't believe you guys are making a betting pot on Sonic's life," Sally scoffed disbelievingly.
"What worries me, Sugar, is that it's only up to thirty bucks," Bunnie pointed out.
"Eh, that bloke's a worthless bastard. What can ya do?"
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"Snively!" Robotnik roared.
"Sir?"
"When is that hedgehog supposed to arrive?"
"Our communications went down before we could hear, sir. I would imagine he'll be here in a few days time, though."
"Communications breakdown, oh yes, remind me to give you a swift ass kicking later today."
"Of course sir. What's that on the monitor?"
"I don't know Snively, shit? You're the one looking at it, why don't you tell me?"
"I think it's the hedgehog, sir," Snively answered.
"Fuck, right now? Hmm, a little soon, but it can be dealt with."
"He's…" Snively began.
"Right here, still hanging out in this shithole?" Sonic asked, entering the room.
"And just why am I graced with your presence, rodent?"
"Well, after Knuckles did the rough and tumble to your jolly bag, I took those ungrateful pricks home. After being around them again, I realized I can't stand those fuckers, and I decided I was on the losing side. I mean we've 'killed' you countless times, and yet here you are. That's pretty fuckin impressive, so I'm here to serve," Sonic said kneeling.
"You would just up and leave your girlfriend like that?" Robotnik questioned.
"Girlfriend?" Sonic countered.
"Sally, you stupid shit bag, or is it Bunnie now?"
"It's not as if I asked for a permission slip to fucking be here, I slipped away in the night. Do you think they'd let me come without putting up a fight?"
"I suppose not, but now that you're here, have some coffee and cake," Robotnik offered.
"I don't…"
"HAVE SOME!"
"Ooh cake," Sonic agreed, as he grabbed a piece of cake and started eating it.
"Now comes the big question, why should I trust you?"
"If you're smart you shouldn't and you won't, at least not for awhile. But what I offer is priceless."
"The rebellion?" Robotnik inquired.
"The rebellion," Sonic answered.
"Then I'll accept your help, but only under one condition. You must be locked in the titanium cage at all times. You are not to be trusted, and I can't risk you escaping."
"Fair enough, we have an accord."
"Why are you eating my sesame cake?" Robotnik asked.
"You told me…" Sonic said with a mouthful of cake.
"Stop eating my sesame cake."
"But I thought you fuckin said…"
"STOP EATING MY SESAME CAKE! Now go ahead and make yourself at home," Robotnik said pushing Sonic into the cage and locking it.
