Chapter 27: An All-Girl Boot-Camp: Part 1:

My name is Rouge the Bat! Better known as the government agent, Rouge!

There I was, minding my own business, when suddenly, that pink milf approaches me

and has the audacity to vent about her goddamn baby-weight?! I can't believe that

bitch right now! She thinks that just because she had a kid, she can act like she's all

special, and complain to anyone she wants to about minor issues, and start guilt-

tripping them into helping her, doesn't she?! Ooh! ...Well, admittedly, I am jealous of her

at the moment too, so I guess that makes it even! And being the nice lady that I am,

I agreed to it, only for Fat Cat to come out of nowhere and basically ask the same

favor of me. Ah well, I guess I'm helping TWO housemates lose weight now! Hey!

Any excuse to get in more workout-time, right?

The late-morning sunlight was beating down on the three girls as they were jogging through the neighborhood. Rouge was ahead of the others, wearing her usual athletic-wear: A black sports bra and black sweat pants with white flower patterns at the ankles. (Her outfit from "Sonic Free Riders"). Amy and Blaze were struggling behind, though Amy found it somewhat less difficult. Amy was wearing a sleeveless top that was white at the top and pink from the chest down, along with pink sweat pants, (her outfit from "Sonic Free Riders"). Blaze was wearing a violet-purple workout top that had long sleeves and revealed her midriff, along with violet-purple sweat pants, (her outfit from "Mario & Sonic at the London 2012 Olympic Games").

"Get a move on, will ya' maggots?! We've got a long way to go before we reach the sub shop!" Rouge ordered.

"Could you slow down just a little bit?" Blaze asked, panting.

"Absolutely not, now quit your damn whining or I'll have you sprint there." Rouge warned.

"And she won't even let us bring water." Amy sighed.

"I heard that!" Rouge replied, "Now run like your life depends on it! Make your boobs jump!"

After looking at each other with disgusted looks on their faces, Amy and Blaze stopped talking and continued to run, both of them sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

Eventually, the trio arrived at the "Knuckle Sandwich Co.", a sandwich shop owned by Knuckles. They stepped inside, Blaze and Amy relieved at the feeling of air conditioning. Knuckles was casually standing behind the counter, and saw the girls enter.

"Hi. What can I do for you girls?" He asked.

Nobody spoke.

"Alright, you've worked hard, so lunch is on me." Rouge said.

NOW she chooses to be respectful. Blaze thought.

"Well, I don't know about those two, but I'll have a philly cheesesteak (hold the onions and peppers), and a grape soda." Amy requested.

"Uh, make that a turkey on wheat, and a skim milk." Rouge ordered.

"What the fuck, Rouge?" Amy countered.

"Hey! As long as you're working with me, you're going to be watching your intake." Rouge countered.

Amy rolled her eyes.

"Fine." She sighed.

"I'll have the catfish po'boy." Blaze ordered.

"In your dreams, Kitty." Rouge countered, "You've got too much seafood in your system, andthis isn't even the real thing anyway."

Knuckles blushed.

"Plus, it's fried! That's the worst kind of unhealthy!" Rouge added.

Blaze let out a sigh.

"Fine, I'll have the same as Amy." She groaned.

Rouge stepped up to the counter.

"As for me, I'll have a two-foot-long meatball sub with extra cheese and a 64-oz. root-beer." She ordered.

Amy and Blaze's jaws dropped.

"Okay then. Now, those each come with chips and a cookie. Do you want those?" Knuckles asked.

"I'll have them, but these two can't." Rouge replied.

Knuckles nodded and headed into the back.

Later on, Amy, Blaze, and Rouge were sitting at a table, patiently waiting for their lunch. After it came, they all began to eat. Both Blaze and Amy managed to finish their meals before Rouge did, and had looks of envy on their faces as they saw her eating things that they were now not allowed to eat. Rouge finished her sandwich and cookie, and began to shake the crumbs from the bag of BBQ-flavored potato chips into her mouth. She washed them down with the last 6 ounces of her root beer, and after letting out a loud 15-second belch that startled everyone else in the restaurant, looked up to see Amy and Blaze still watching her.

"What?" She asked.

"We know what you're doing." Amy replied.

"Yeah, you're making us be healthy, and then taunting us with junk food." Blaze added.

"Now don't go blaming me. Blame yourselves for putting on that weight. If you want to eat this, you've got to lose that." Rouge countered.

"Hey! Can I help it? I had a kid! ...Who by the way I'd better check on." Amy replied.

"OK, that's it! Since you decided to have an attitude with me, we're adding an extra two blocks onto our run back home." Rouge ordered.

Blaze glared at Amy.

Thanks a lot. She thought.