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Eat this roadkill. (Grimer pointed towards a dead raccoon on the side of the road)
Why.
Sonic ate the roadkill and started to gag.
Fascinating. You seem to have entirely synthetic legs. Learning to adjust to them must have taken a while. Ah, but where are my manners? Grimer Wormtongue, at your service.
Mordred stared for a moment, just…Blinking at the creature that stood before him. He snorted however, eyes narrowing a tad.
"Yes, cybernetics are what come with being a Grandmaster…" He said slowly, looking Grimer up and down. He didn’t want to talk about how he adjusted to his synthetic legs…It was embarrassing.
"Grimer?" He tilted his head a little. He did say ‘at your service’, which led him to believe that Grimer was more likely from another zone. That would also explain why he looked…The way he did.
"You wouldn’t happen to be from another zone, would you?"
Now, let me tell you this: that robot girl? She has 8 sisters. She's XJ9 because she's the 9th model. Her mother treats them like machines, even though they're all sapient and have feelings and emotions. Now, what if I told you I was going to order you to hack them apart and bring me the pieces, so I could make a torture deice and film a very "special" hour with her mother, making her tell me whether or not she or her sisters were really people. (Grimer gives a dark, evil smile)
A fear struck in his eyes. “Y-y-you wouldn’t…” oh, if the was in the right shape… “D-do you have anything different?” Sonic wasn’t broken, but he was quite shaken.
Good. Now, let me tell you this: I can torture you like this for a whole week. You're GOING TO BREAK. Then, I will wipe that girl's memory, Herbert soul, from her mechanical mind. I will order her to blast her husband into a billion fleshy pieces, then et them as biofuel. Then I'm going to dissect their son so I can learn how to better perfect my biomechanical creations. Understand? (If Sonic was going to spit in his face, now would be the time to do it)
Sonic, near the point of extreme rage, actually punches Grimer as hard as he can (which was actually quite decent), hurting his hand in the process.
Take of your shoes, and run over that grimy beach covered in broken glass, heroin needles, and medical waste.
If Sonic could control himself, he would not. But he was forced by this magic alone, and did. And it hurt when he was done. Horribly.
(Grimer puts in some earplugs, takes out a megaphone, takes a deep breath, and screeches into the microphone, putting it right next to Sonic's ears) SCREEEEEEEEDLLLLLLLEEEEEERDDDDDDLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
And that was enough to make him faint.
(Grimer was on a roll! He activated a device that summoned a swarm of bees to him, and directed them into the box of cereal on the counter)
Ah no! Bees! The bees!
Sonic got out of the way just in time. He had enough.
"Okay, who’s doing this?!" he growled.