"YOU THERE! BOASTFUL RACER MEATBAG! I REQUIRE YOUR ASSISTANCE."
Captain Falcon did not like this reference to his physical being, but restrained himself from calling the robot a glorified frying pan and patiently replied, âWhat can I do you for?â He pasted on his typical smile.  He had heard of Omega and knew that he could be incredibly rude.
âANSWER: OH, IT IS A SIMPLE TASK, I ASSURE YOU. ITâS SOMETHING EVEN A MEATBAG AS INFERIOR AS YOURSELF CAN DO!â Omega assured the racer, optics glowing brightly as he let out a small chuckle.
âEXPLANATION: YOU SEE, WHILE I MAY HAVE YET TO SEE HIM AROUND HERE, I BELIEVE THE HYPERACTIVE BLUE RODENT LIVES ON THIS ISLAND AS WELL. YOU MAY HAVE MET HIMâŚPUNY, TALKS A LOT ABOUT HIMSELF, CANNOT SIT STILL FOR ANY TIME OVER .843 SECONDSâŚâ
âREQUEST: RESEARCH INDICATES YOU POSSESS AN IMPRESSIVE AMOUNT OF SPEED YOURSELF! ERGO, I WOULD LIKE YOU TO HUMILIATE THE HYPERACTIVE BLUE RODENT IN A RACE OF SPEED. WHILE I CANNOT CONSUME TEARS, OBSERVING THEM FALL FROM THAT MEATBAGâS FACE WILL PROVE JUST AS SATISFYING.â
Captain Falcon only had to think for a second before replying. Â He had met Sonic and he did indeed want to race him, his pride and character would allow nothing else, but he certainly wasnât going to make it appear that way to Omega. Â He decided to start with a backhanded compliment. Â
âMy good robot, if someone so great as you canât even defeat a lowly rodent how can you expect someone such as I to stand a chance?â He paused for a moment for effect before sighing theatrically. âIf you insist I will indeed try to do what you cannot.â  He then gave him a smirk.Â
