"It feels like it's been too long since we had a show," R.O.B. stated as he was taking a glance at Delfino Plaza in the background, with the sunshine in Isle Delfino not being as bright as it normally was.
"Well it seems like we've not been getting as many guests," Silver pointed out as he was brushing back his silver colored hedgehog quills with a soft blue and yellow tinted brush. "Maybe it's good that we don't have that much attention?"
"...I suppose." ROB responded as he adjusted some of the metal parts in his robotic body. "With how things are going, you'd think we would be getting swamped in requests. But alas, it's just a nice quite calm. Sometimes I prefer things to be that way."
"...I'm right here, you know." The Sandbag said as it stared blankly at ROB, being right by the robot's rainbow desk while sitting in the chair.
"You're just an immovable object. No offense," Silver commented.
"Precisely. You're not exactly one who can... well, fight back." ROB finished up as he tilted his metallic head around a few times.
The Sandbag sighed in defeat. "Well... I guess you made a good point."
ROB flashed his eyes as he spoke up again. "So what's it like being hit with a baseball bat?"
The Sandbag just sat there with the blank expression on its face. "Oh it sucks. A lot."
ROB nodded as there was a low electronic buzz going on. "I can see that."
"You should, after all I've heard all the Smashers get hit with baseball bats on a regular basis." The Sandbag said.
ROB felt a twitch in his metal body as he felt numb. "Oh goodness, isn't that the truth..."
Several seconds passed as the sandbag continued to just sit there while ROB was thinking to himself, wondering if becoming a Smasher was really worth it in the long scheme of things... of his career... of his robotic tenure called life.