(All settle in)
CROW: I can't believe we're doing another Sonic the Hedgehog FanFic. Why do people love the
thing so much?
JOEL: Before anyone answers your question, tell me something: Why do people love _our_
show?
CROW: Hmmm....true, I guess.
TOM: Hey, it's starting!
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>Sonic the Hedgehog:  Bunnie Rabbot
>by Bookshire 
CROW: Driftwood.
>Draftwood
>The author of this work will accept questions and comments via E-mail at any 
>of the following addresses:
>bookshire@rat.org  bookshire@inficad.com
>       based on characters created by Service and Games (SEGA) and
>      on characters created by Archie Comic Publications
>        NOTE:  Tails does not appear in this story because,
JOEL: I hate him and he's dead already. Sorry about that.
>        according to the way I wrote history, Tails had not joined
TOM: Any resistance groups with _good_ names.
>        the freedom fighters at this point.
>        Night had settled over The Great Forest.  Most creatures were asleep 
>and dreaming various dreams.  
TOM: Most of them were having psychotically violent nightmares, but since not all of them were,
we had to say "various".
>The inhabitants of Knothole Village were no 
>exception.  Every freedom fighter was in bed sleeping peacefully, except for 
CROW: The guy working the night shift.
>Bookshire.
>        Sitting in front of his computer, Bookshire sat back and groaned.  
>For the last two months he had been trying every trick in the book and then 
>some in order to access the Robotropolis Main Computer Core and he hadn't 
>been having any luck whatsoever.
JOEL: He has my Pity.
CROW: Yes, it _is_ quite tragic....
TOM:Oh the tragedy! I can't bear to watch any longer!
CROW: Me neither. Can we go now?
JOEL: No.
>        Bookshire looked at the computer screen and rubbed his eyes.  
TOM: Ow! Nobody move! Stupid contact lens...
>It 
>was filled with complex mathematical calculations and at the bottom it said 
>"ACCESS DENIED".  Very early on in the project Bookshire had discovered that 
>all outside links to the RMCC were protected by complicated data encryption 
>algorithms.  
JOEL: Really? How in-ter-est-ing...
>        "This is ridiculous," he said to no one in particular "At this rate 
>I'll never crack the access code."
CROW: Boo Hoo.
>        He sat back and thought for a moment.
CROW: (as Bookshire) Letsee, I could give up, give up, or I could also give up...not to mention
give up...Oh wait, I'd better keep at it for the sake of this horrible story.
>        "What I need is a direct terminal."
>        Of course, that meant actually going into Robotropolis and using one 
>of the many workstations located throughout the city.  
CROW: Don't the words "Give up" mean anything to you?
>Cracking the entry 
>code for one of the stations wouldn't be a problem, but getting caught would 
>be, and, with his bad leg, he wouldn't get far if he was discovered.
>        "Oh well," he said as he turned off the computer "maybe one day..."
TOM: Yay! He gave up! Can we leave now?
JOEL: No!
>        He turned out the lights and went to bed.
>        The morning found the freedom fighters 
JOEL: Killing each other and trying to destroy the Monarchy and screaming foul language in an
attempt to explain their treason, so it turned back to night again.
>going about their business as 
>usual. 
CROW: Killing each other is business as usual? Gee, this is better than I thought!
> Rotor was sitting at a table next to his hut 
TOM: What's wrong with the table _inside_ his hut?
>with both a pitcher and 
>a mug of hot chocolate and a small pile of papers that he was looking over.  
>He looked up for a moment to take a sip from his mug when he saw Bookshire 
>limping by with cane in hand looking rather depressed.
>        "Hey, Bookshire," called Rotor.
CROW: (as Bookshire) Shut up, fathead.
>        Bookshire looked up.
>        "Oh, hi Rotor," he said
>        "Would you like some hot chocolate?" Rotor asked.
JOEL: (As Rotor) It has yummy-fresh cyanide in it, too!
TOM: (As Bookshire) Nah, I don't like hot chocolate. Gee, Mr. Socrates, can I have a drink of
that?
>        "Sure," said Bookshire as he walked over.
>        Rotor poured another mug as Bookshire sat down opposite him.
>        "So," said Rotor "Is something bothering you?"
TOM: (As Bookshire) No, actually I find sitting at my computer for ungodly amounts of time
trying to crack an unbreakable access code quite amusing.
>        "I guess you could say that," said Bookshire "I've been working on 
>trying to break into Robotnik's main computer for the last two months and I 
>haven't been having any luck at all.  It wouldn't be so hard if I had access 
>to a direct terminal, but the only ones are in Robotropolis."
>        "Yes," replied Rotor "I can see how that would be a problem."
JOEL: (As Bookshire) You do? Wow! I thought you wouldn't realize that was a problem!
>        The two sat in silence for a moment or two before Rotor spoke again.
>        "I have an idea," he said "why don't we send someone 
TOM: Out of their misery to cheer you up?
>into Robotropolis to try to break in for you?"
CROW: Well, "because they'll get caught" is a good reason, but what do I care?
>        "I doubt it would work," said Bookshire "so far as I know I'm the 
>only one in the Village that can't even begin to try to decode Robotnik's 
>computer network."
>        "We wouldn't need a computer expert," replied Rotor "wait here a 
>moment."
>        Rotor went back into his hut and emerged a few minutes later 
>carrying a small, flat box which he set down in front of Bookshire.
>       "What is it?" asked Bookshire.
JOEL: (as Rotor) You mean you don't know either? Gee, I thought I could save the world and
make Michael Jackson get a new job with this doohickey!
CROW: Uh, Joel, making Michael Jackson change careers would save the world all by itself.
JOEL: Oh yes, Very true.
>        "Its a mini computer and long range communications set," said Rotor 
TOM: (as Rotor) I don't know how it'll come in handy for getting in and out of Robotropolis, but
I figured you'd like to see it anyway.
>"All we would have to do is have someone use the computer to tap into the 
>mainframe while you give them directions through the comm link from here."
CROW: (as Bookshire) Can I use it to cuss out truck drivers too?
>        "Yeah, that might just work," said Bookshire brightening up 
>considerably "why don't we go see what Sally thinks about it."
>        The two finished their hot chocolate and went over to Princess 
JOEL: ...Diana's place, and found out she was dead.
>Sally's hut.  Sally liked the idea and, soon, Sonic and Sally were headed 
>toward Robotropolis, while Rotor, Bookshire, and Bunnie sat down in front 
CROW: ...of the helm on the Starship Enterprise.
>of Bookshire's computer and waited.  
>        Deep in Robotropolis, Robotnik was standing by a window, gazing out 
>at the city when Snively entered.
TOM: (as Robotnik) Snively, how can we roboticize those stupid Pigeons that are eating my
window bit by bit?
>        "Did you trace it?" asked Robotnik without turning.
TOM: (as Snively) No sir, I couldn't trace the pigeons, but I found some African Swallows
carrying coconuts for some reason.
>        "Well...no, sir," replied Snively "we traced the transmission to a 
JOEL: ...dead skunk on the side of the highway, so we gave up.
>relay station just north of here and then we lost it."
>        "I trust, Snively, that you are doing everything in your power to 
CROW: ...find a way to make the gruel that they serve in the Robo-cafeteria more digestible.
>trace this transmission," said Robotnik, his temper rising "I will not have 
>rebel freedom fighters breaking into my system!"
>        Snively just stood there unable to think of anything to say.
>        After a moment, Robotnik calmed down.
>        "Did you send for Commander Packbell?" he asked.
TOM: Send for him yourself, Lardbutt.
>        "Yes, sir," replied Snively "He should be arriving within the hour, 
>sir."
>        "Actually, I should be arriving now."
>        Snively was grabbed from behind and tossed to one side and a cloaked 
>figure entered the room.  Robotnik turned away from the window to face him.
>        "Well, well, well," he said "Commander Packbell, and how is my 
CROW: ...supply of Super-Shine head polish doing? I hear the Swatbots are using some of it to
shine up their visors!
>favorite android today?"
>        "I'm your only android, sir," Packbell replied. 
>        "Packbell, I have a new assignment for you," said Robotnik "Someone 
>on the outside has been trying to break into the computer system.  You're 
>job is to track them down."
>        "That's it?" asked Packbell.
>        "Yes," replied Robotnik.
>        "Hum, somehow I expected something challenging from you, sir," said 
>Packbell.
TOM: (whispering to Joel) I won the bet! I told you he wouldn't be like Lieutenant Data! Cough
up the cash, sucker.
>        "Just do it!" snapped Robotnik.
>        "Very well," answered Packbell.
>        He turned to leave. As he walked toward the door he grabbed Snively, 
JOEL: and kissed him goodnight after finishing "Hamster Huey and the Gooey Kablooie".
>who was in his way again, and tossed him over his shoulder.        
>        "Excuse me, please," said Packbell as he passed by.
>        In another part of the city Sonic and Sally had managed to make it 
>into an abandoned service crawl way.  After a few minutes, the two emerged 
CROW: Into a toxic dump.
>into and empty room with a workstation in it.     
>        "Well," said Sonic "we're here.  So, what now?"
>        "Just stand and watch," said Sally.  She went over to the workstation 
TOM: ...and banged her head on the keyboard until she broke not only the access code, but her
skull as well.
>and opened Rotor's computer. 
>        "Stand and watch?!," said Sonic in disbelief "I can't just stand!"
>        "Try to have some patience," said Sally.
>        "Hey, patients are for hospitals.  We're in Robo-country, and that 
>makes me edgy," replied Sonic.
CROW: (as Sally) Oh come on, Sonic, you can't keep repeating your lines from the cartoon show
this much!
>        Sally sighed as she began to make the connection to Knothole.
>        
>        Meanwhile, back in Knothole, Bookshire, Rotor, and Bunnie were still 
>waiting for Sally's signal.
>        "Tell me again," said Bunnie "How is it that you can get into Robo's 
>computer without being traced?"
>        "It's rather simple really," explained Bookshire "My computer has a 
JOEL: ...stupid virus called "MYST" that bores all users to death until all computer terminals are
empty and the users are running around with migraines.
>random signal path generator.  Every time I send a signal to the system it 
CROW: Explodes.
>gets routed though a completely random selection of relay stations and 
>satilites throughout the planet.  Since the path keeps changing with each 
>signal it's impossible to trace."
>        Suddenly the speaker crackled to life.
>        "Knothole, this is Sally, over"
JOEL: (as Rotor) Shut up, Sally! This is my big chance to spout out a lot of technobabble!
>        "This is Knothole," replied Bookshire "we read you loud and clear."
>        "I've located a workstation and I've hooked your computer into it," 
>reported Sally.
>        "Excellent," said Bookshire.    
>        Bookshire leaned forward and turned on his monitor.
>        "Sally," said Rotor, "on the computer is a button marked "screen 
>transmit", push it."
>        Suddenly, Bookshire's monitor laid out a menu of options.  At the top 
>of the screen it said:  
JOEL: ...Bacon Omlette with Toast, Mini Hotcakes, Cheeseburger...
>ROBOTROPOLIS MAIN COMPUTER CORE ACCESS STATION 
>#1245-B.
TOM: Bookshire turned off the monitor, disgusted at the lack of taste.
>        "Wonderful," said Bookshire "now all we have to do is fine out what 
>the code is for getting in from the outside."       
>        "Well," said Sally "I suggest that we start with system security.  
>I'm logging in with Rotor's cryptosmasher software."
>        Getting in was surprisingly easy and, soon, they believed that they 
>had found what they were looking for.
JOEL: *sigh* It's a trap, of course...
TOM: Yesiree...
CROW: Yup Yup.
>        "I think I have something," said Sally "It's a code labeled 
CROW: ... "Windows 95". I think it's a virus.
>'global access'."
TOM: "Global Access" by Microsoft, you mean.
>        "Yes," said Bookshire "I see it.  I think that that's it.  Hang on 
>one moment."
>        Bookshire pulled out a blank optical disc and placed it into his 
>optical recorder and hit the record button.
JOEL: At least, he _thought_ he was putting it into the optical recorder, but then realized what he
was realling doing and pulled it back out of his left nostril.
>        "Okay, Sally," said Bookshire "transmit the file."
>        "Transmitting..."
>        The screen filled up with incomprehensible data all of which they 
>now had on disc.
>        "Great," said Rotor "that should do it, so disconnect and come home."
>        "You got it," said Sally "we're on our way."
>        
>        "Finally," said Sonic impatiently.
>        "Oh, come on," said Sally as she disconnected the computer "it wasn't 
>that bad."
>        "Wasn't bad!  My legs fell asleep!" exclaimed Sonic.
>        "Well wake them up," she said "we've got to go."
>        Sonic and Sally tore out of Robotopolis as fast as they could.
TOM: Sadly, they were run over by a giant TruckBot. The last thing Sonic saw were the words
"Have you driven a Ford lately?" .
>        When they arrived back at Knothole they immediately went down to 
>Bookshire computer room.
>        "Did it work?" asked Sally as they entered.
>        "You bet it did," replied Bunnie "that ol' genius has a direct link 
CROW: ...into Antoine's brain, but most of the information is unprocessable.
>into the system."
>        "Excellent," replied Sally.
>        "Now we should be able to get any info on what ever we need," said 
TOM: ...Kermit.
>Bookshire.
>        Rotor yawned.
JOEL: Unfortunately, Rotor hadn't yawned in such a long time that yawning just now snapped
something in his brain, causing him to jump out the window, into Bookshire's experimental thisle
garden, which just recently had a Cyanide-based fertilizer substitute dumped on it.
>        "Well," he said "I think that it should wait until morning."
>        The others agreed and they left to go back to their huts.  Bookshire 
>stayed at the terminal and looked through a few files.  Interesting, he 
>thought to himself.  He turned off the computer and went to bed.
CROW: He woke up later with a knife shoved in his gut, but he didn't really care, since he was
still groggy, and went back to sleep.
>        "What do you mean you lost it!" exclaimed Packbell.
>        The Swat-bot turned from the computer to face him.
>        "The signal was traced to a relay station in the Great Swamp and 
>then it was terminated," it reported.
>        Packbell grumbled in suppressed anger.  He walked over to the wall 
>where there was a rack of laser rifles.
>        "You know I don't like failure," he said.
>        Quickly removing a rifle from its place, he turned and blasted the 
CROW: Living snot outta his own head.
>bot out of its seat.  Replacing the rifle, he walked over to the comm. panel.
>        "Bot Distribution, could you send me another Swat-bot.  The other 
>one 
TOM: ...talked without raising his hand first, and suffered a slight mishap.
>displeased me."
>        "Acknowledged," came the reply.
>        Packbell turned towards the computer.
>        "I swear, when I find the rebels that are doing this, they're going 
>to be on their knees begging me to 
JOEL: ...give them more of that wonderful Figgy pudding that they stole from the lunch room a
month ago.
>robotize them."
>        The next morning, Bookshire was back again in front of the terminal, 
>examining Robotnik's system.  At one point, he came across a directory 
>labeled, "CURRENT OFFENSIVE PROJECTS".  
TOM: This offended him, so he reported Robotnik to AOL Staff, who did absolutely nothing
about it.
>As he began to read through the 
>terrible ideas that Robotnik was devising to eliminate the freedom fighters, 
>he came across a recent entry that stated that an intense acid rain factory 
JOEL: ...had recently been turned into a Strawberry Jell-O rain factory, so he told all the villagers
to be outside during the next rain.
>would be on-line in less than one day.  After reading enough of the entry, 
>he leaped out of his chair and ran to warn the freedom fighters.
>        "I knew that terminal would come in handy," said Sally.
>        Sally, Bunnie, and Sonic were crouched near a junk heap on the 
>outskirts of Robotropolis.
>        "So, what's the plan Sally girl?" asked Bunnie.
>        "You and I are going to break into the control room and disable the 
>security devices while Sonic plants the explosives to destroy the factory."
>        The three freedom fighters made their way toward the factory.  They 
CROW: ...raided the fridge and ran away, so they'd live to eat another day.
>split up just outside the factory.
>        "Good luck you two," said Sonic, "as he raced off.
TOM: Sadly, no one noticed Sonic crossing his fingers as he said that.
>        For some reason, Sally and Bunnie found it surprisingly easy to get 
>inside the factory.  While carefully avoiding the security devices, the two 
>made their way to the control room.  When they arrived, they were somewhat 
CROW: ...tired, so they gave up and went back home.
>surprised to find that there weren't any bots manning it.
>        "That's odd," Sally remarked as she began to look for the security 
>override switches "We shouldn't have gotten in here this easily."
>        "Do you think it's a trap?" asked Bunnie.
JOEL: (as Sally) Well, duh!
>        "I'm not sure," Sally replied.  
>        "I found the security switches," said Bunnie.
>        "Excellent," said Sally.  She examined the switches and panels.
>        "Wait a minute," she said "According to this display, there's more 
>than one set of security overrides.  The two sets have to be deactivated at 
>the same time."
>        "So," said Bunnie "Where's the other set?"
CROW: On Planet X.
>        "It's on the other side of the factory," Sally replied.  
JOEL: Gee, what a challenge.
>She handed Bunnie a 
TOM: ...hand grenade with the pin pulled out and ran away.
>comm. link "Take this.  I'll go over to the other set and we'll 
>shut them off at the same time."
>        "I'll be waiting," said Bunnie "Good luck."
>        "You too," said Sally as she walked out of the room.
>        After a few minutes, Bunnie examined the panels again.  She knew a 
>bit about computers, not as much as Sally or Bookshire, but the knowledge 
>she did have had been helpful in the rebellion.  As she began to look at 
>one of the panels, the door to the room slammed shut. She turned in alarm as 
>a previously unnoticed door slid open and a dozen Swat-bots came in.
JOEL: (as Bunnie) Oh hi guys! Neat laser guns! Can I see one? Pleeeeeeeeese?
>        "FREEZE PRISONER," declared the leader.  Each bot had a laser rifle 
>aimed directly at her.  Bunnie froze where she was, too startled by their 
>sudden appearance to react in any other way.
>        
>        Sally made it to the extra set of overrides and turned on her 
>comm link.
>        "Bunnie, this is Sally, do you read," she said.
CROW: (as an answering machine) Hi! This is Bunnie's chatline. Right now I'm being captured
by Swatbots and they're about to Roboticize me. Since I can't talk right now, please hold until I
am deroboticized.
>        No answer,
>        "Bunnie?" she asked again, slightly alarmed.
>        Still no answer.
>        She ran back to the other room to find it completely 
TOM: ...redecorated!
>abandoned.
>        A transport docked at the main prison block on the other side of 
JOEL: DisneyLand.
>Robotropolis.  A group of Swat-bots escorted their prisoner into a large 
>meeting room where Commander Packbell was eagerly waiting.
>        "Well, well, well," he remarked as Bunnie was escorted in "whom do 
>        we have here?"       
>        He walked up to her and glared. 
>        "You know, I may not have been able to trace that transmission, but 
>the false info about the acid rain factory did the job equally well," he said 
>"Only a group of freedom fighters that had access to the system could have 
>known it was there.  You shall be an example to the rest of the rebellion.  
>I'll show all of them what can happen when they try to break into Robotnik's 
>computer system.  First however, if you are willing to tell me about your 
>friends and how they broke in, I might go easy on you."
CROW: He talks too much.
>        "In your dreams, commander," Bunnie replied.    
>        "Oh well," said Packbell.  He signalled to the bots. 
>        "We'll see what some of my devices do to change your mind."
>        The Swat-bots escorted her from the room.
>        Soon, Bunnie was beginning to wish she hadn't come on this mission.  
>Packbell had strapped her into a machine that delivers controlled bursts 
>of intense electricity to the victim.  Bunnie was only half conscious and 
>her breathing was short and shallow.
TOM: Wow, he hasn't even turned the machine on yet.
>        "Still not talking, huh," said Packbell "Oh well.  It looks like 
>I'm not going to get anywhere with you."
>        He turned to one of the Swat-bots.
>        "Revive her fully and take her to the robotizizer," he said "I'll 
>be there shortly."
>              Meanwhile, Sally had located Sonic and told him that Bunnie had 
CROW: ...run away to get rich in Vegas.
>most likely been captured.  They decided that Sally would wait there while 
>Sonic charged off towards the prison block.
>        Bunnie had been encased in the giant glass cylinder in the massive 
>robotizizer.
>        "During these last few moments of your natural life, I might be 
>convinced to stop the procedure if only you would tell me what I want to 
>know," Packbell was saying.
>        "Then I guess that's the end of my natural life," said Bunnie 
>defiantly "I'm taking their secrets with me."
JOEL: ...even though you'll have no choice but to tell him the secrets when you're a robot.
>        "Very well," said Packbell.
>        He turned to the control bot.   
>        "Is this thing charged yet?" he asked.
>        "Five minutes to full operational charge," the bot reported.
>        Suddenly the comm panel sprang to life.
>        "Urgent!  Commander Packbell, report to the dragon robotizizer 
>immediately.  Prisoner escape attempt under way."
>         "Well," he said to Bunnie "As much as I hate missing a rebel 
>robotization, I hate missing a 
CROW: ...trip to DisneyLand more.
>dragon more."
>        He turned to the bot.
>        "Take over.  Use standard procedures," he said.
>        As he walked from the room, Bunnie called after him.
>        "You may get me, and you may get a hundred more, but one day the 
>freedom fighters are going to beat Robotnik!"
>        Packbell
JOEL: ...ran into his room and hid under the bed un sheer terror, and began memorizing the
scripts to the first season of "Mr. Ed". 
>paused at the door and said "I doubt that."
>        Then, under his breath he said "because I'll get to him first."
>        Suddenly, the machine indicated that it was ready to begin.  The 
>bot 
CROW: ...banged his head on the keyboard until it turned on.
>turned it on.
>        Bunnie was enveloped in a yellow beam of energy.  A sudden pain 
>shot through her as the machine began to alter her body on the molecular 
>level.  The feelings and sensations moving through her body were intense.  
>After a few moments she passed out.
>        Then, without warning, Sonic the Hedgehog shot into the room and 
>slammed into the 
JOEL: wall! Owie owie owie!
>control bot, tearing it to peaces.  He shut off the 
TOM: ...toaster before it burnt his breakfast.
>robotizizer as fast as he could.  Running over to the cylinder, he opened 
>it.  Bunnie's limp form fell out onto the floor.  Sonic gasped in shock.
CROW: They redecorated with floral printed wallpaper!
>Her legs and left arm had been completely transformed into robotic limbs.  
TOM: Cool! I wish _I_ had limbs like that!
>After he recovered from the shock, he examined her.  She was still breathing, 
>but her pulse was weak.  He picked her up and ran from the room.  After 
>meeting Sally at the outskirts of the city, they raced back to 
JOEL: ...the mystical place where God himself told them of their quest to find the Holy Grail.
>Knothole at top speed.
>        Bunnie lay still as death in her bed.  The only indications that she 
>was still alive were the soft beeps 
TOM: AAAAAHHH! Beepilepsy!!!
>of Rotor's pulse monitor and Bookshire's 
CROW: robotic bloodsucker.
>brain wave scanner.
>        "Is she going to be alright?" Sally finally asked.
>        Rotor and Bookshire looked up from the numerous books they were 
>reading.
TOM: (as Rotor) Huh? Oh yeah, Bunnie....yeah, she'll be fine... hey bookshire, did you know that
metal is a mineral?
>        "We don't know," Rotor admitted.
>        "There isn't anything in any of these books on a person being 
>partially robotizized," said Bookshire.
>        "This is totally new stuff," said Rotor "Bunnie is the planet's 
>first cybernetic life form, possessing both organic and artificial parts.  
>No one knows how to deal with such a concept."
JOEL: Gee, such proffessionals.
>        Can't you at least give me a best and worst case scenario?" pressed 
>Sally.
>        The two hesitated for a moment.
>        "Well," began Bookshire "the worst that could happen is her brain 
TOM: ...could recover toally, and we'd find a way to deroboticize her. Granted, that's a worst
case scenarion, but what will most likly happen is the possibility that she'll rcover, be whiny for a
while, discover the good points about her robotic limbs, and become a major character.
>never recovers from the shock, the brain waves break down, and she dies."
>        "Or," continued Rotor "the best that could happen is her body makes 
>the adjustments and she fully recovers.  Of course, any of a hundred of 
>things in between those two could happen."
>        "Well," said Sally "let me know if 
CROW: ...she dies. I bet Sonic 200 bucks that she'd be dead by tomorrow.
>her condition changes."
>        "You can count on it," said Bookshire.
>        Sally left and went for a walk.
>        
>        As she walked down by the power ring pool, she saw Sonic sitting 
>by himself on a log.  She walked up and sat down next to him.
>        "How are you?" she asked.
CROW: You know, Sally, if ignorance was _truly_ bliss...
>        Sonic looked up as if noticing her for the first time.
>        "Okay I guess," he replied.
>        "What's wrong?" Sally asked, her voice filled with concern.
JOEL: Gee, I wonder!
>        Sonic sat there without answering.
>        "Come on, Sonic.  You know you can talk to me," she continued.
>        "I was too slow," answered Sonic, quietly.
>        "What?"
TOM: Q-Tip, anyone?
>        "I wasn't fast enough to save her," he continued.
>        "Sonic, it wasn't your fault," she said.
>        "Yes it was," Sonic insisted "If only I had been faster."
>        "Look, I know no one blames you for what happened," said Sally.
JOEL: Except for me, Bunnie, all of Bunnie's family, 87% of Knothole, and...
>        "How do you know Bunnie won't," said Sonic.
CROW: (as Sonic) And why can't I use question marks?
>        "If anything Bunnie will probably be thankful that you saved her at 
>all," Sally said "If it hadn't been for you, she'd be getting shipped off 
>to some factory by now."
>        "Maybe you're right, "admitted Sonic "but I'll have to think about 
>it for a while."
>        "I understand," Sally said.  she stood up and left him to his 
>thoughts.
>        After she finished her walk, Sally returned to Bunnie's hut where 
>a surprising site met her eyes.  Bunnie was conscious and crying into 
TOM: ...her own arms, rusting them badly.
>Bookshire's arms.
>        "She regained consciousness a few minutes ago," explained Rotor 
>"When we broke 
CROW: ...her arms and legs off in an attempt to deroboticize her, she tried to kill us.
>the news to her she burst out in tears."
>        After a few minutes, Bunnie calmed down a little and laid back in 
>bed.  Sally sat down next to the bed.
>        "It's not as bad as you think," said Bookshire.
>        "And how's that?" demanded Bunnie "Look at me!  I'm a freak!"
>        "No you're not," said Sally.
>        "Then what would you call me," Bunnie insisted.
ALL: Ishmael!
>        The three hesitated for a moment.
>        "You're just who you always have been," said Sally "a kind, loving 
>creature who's dedicated, smart, and great to be around.  You may have 
>changed physically, but you're still the same person we all know, and love."
>        "It will take time for you to adjust to those changes," said Rotor 
>"but it can happen.  You'll be back to your old self in no time."
>        "Perhaps," said Bunnie.
>        
>        One month later, Bunnie had progressed at a surprising pace, and 
>she was learning to use her new arm and legs to 
TOM: ...beat up Antoine when his accent got out of hand.
>her advantage.  Bookshire, 
>Rotor, and Bunnie 
ALL: No, Ishmael!
>were thrilled as were the rest of the freedom fighters.  
>Bunnie was thrilled that she was getting back to normal and that her name 
>would be recorded in history as the first cybernetic life form,
CROW: With the exception of Bill Gates.
> and Rotor 
>and Bookshire were thrilled because they would be known for perfecting 
>cybernetic therapy.  One day, Bunnie was relaxing by the power ring pool 
>when Sonic, who had been somewhat distant, approached her.
>        "Bunnie," he said "I have a question."
>        "What is it," she asked.
>        "Do you blame me?"
>        "For what?"     
>        "For not saving you in time."

ALL: Say yes! Say yes!
>        "Well now what ever prompted an idea like that," asked Bunnie "If 
>anything, you saved me in the nick of time.  If you had been any longer, 
>the process would have completed and I'd be a robotic slave in Robotnik's 
>work force."
>        "Really?" asked Sonic.
CROW: Actually, No, because if you had been faster she would be part robot at all.
>        "Really," confirmed Bunnie "and hopefully, one day, we'll find a 
>way to reverse this."
>        "Yes," said Sonic, turning to gaze at the setting sun in the west.
>        "One day..."
>THE 
TOM: End? Is it the end?
>END
ALL: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!