"...you know what I always ask myself, Silver?" Vector stated as he turned to Silver, the two having pizza on the rooftop of the Pizza Hut, as it was a surprisingly warm December night, despite the fact that it was snowing.

"What?" Silver responded as he turned his head to Vector.

"...do we really have a purpose to exist?" Vector stated as he munched on his slice of salted pizza. "I mean, let's be real, is there really any incisive for us to do what we do?"

"...I personally think so." Silver stated while finishing uo his slice of pizza, using his psychic power to stop an airplane from crashing into the Pizza Hut, WITH NO SURVIVORS.

"So what is life to you, then?" Vector asked as he placed his hands on his scaly hips.

Silver rolled his hands around as he faced Vector again. "Well, personally, I think of it as a nice challenge, you know...?" He rubbed the back of his head with his right hand as he took another slice of pizza and munched on it. "Life is never what you want or expect it to be, so just go with it, y'know?"

Vector rubbed his chin as he shrugged, deciding that the psychic hedgehog had a point and that there was no arguing with his logic.