The fox made sure to shut the door as he left the robot's room. That didn't make him feel better- if anything, he felt worse. Why couldn't metal just be mad at him or something! He- he needed something to be more productive- sure, he was graphing at straws, but it was getting to be pretty pathetic.
“Eggman?? Not here to fix- potato- what on earth are you talking about?? And why is that bot so depressed???”
The tall man looks down at the kit. He is extremely confused


















