Silver ate pepperoni pizza as he and the others were watching various footage taken of them racing around different tracks from the grand prix they recently partook in, with Zavok coming into the relatively quiet Pizza Hut as he did not look pleased.
"You, psychic 1." Zavok spoke clearly as he clenched his fist, squinting his eyes. "Tell me, are you truly from the future?"
Silver gulped his entire slice as he wrapped his arms around the back of his quills covering head, using his psychic to grab another pizza slice. "Well yes, but I've been here in the present day so long it feels like I'm not really from there."
Zavok huffed as he shook his red head. "I am not surprised to see you forget the thing that you were originally conceived for."
Vector adjusted his headphones as he stood by the cash register. "Is there a point you were trying to make?"
"Like why we were barely involved with that furry freak?" Omega blurted out as he was still playing that arcade game where you shoot robots.
"No, but I will say that I'm impressed by your strength." Zavok retorted as he approached the counter. "I look forward to showing you up again."
"...Uh, is he talking about fishing?" Big droned as the obese cat was hugging Froggy tightly in his grasp.
Silver sighed while stretching, having finished his slice of pizza. "Look we just finished racing, can't you take in the time to let us have this time at work?"
"No, I must show you how pitiful you are." Zavok interrupted, slamming his hands down on the counter. "Give me your finest dough for me to spin."
Silver and Vector exchanged glances with each other, noticing that Zavok was not going to let this go. Silver felt like he was being roped into yet another disaster waiting to happen as he used his psychic prowess to summon pizza dough, with him and Zavok spinning them around to see who handled it better.