[SOL, Mike, Tom, and Crow. Tom continues sucking at his soda can. Mike finally takes the straw from him] TOM: {Pbbft!} Hey. MIKE: You mind taking a break for a couple of minutes? I just forgot what it's like when my ears aren't ringing. TOM: I guess. MIKE: Thanks. CROW: Hm... Hey, y'know? I was just wonderin': You know that Third Law that alien-dude keeps talking about? MIKE: Yeah? CROW: Well, what are those first two laws? I mean, they didn't just call it the "Third Law" for no reason, did they? MIKE: Maybe. I mean, we *are* talking about people goofier than the extras of MIB. CROW: Okay, that given, what could those first two laws be? TOM: Hmm. Thou shalt not commit adultery and thou shalt not steal? MIKE: No restroom privileges in the phone booths and no marijuana dealings in the parking lot. CROW: Don't hang two bulbs of the same color next to each other on the Christmas tree, and never hold it in until you just go onto yourself. TOM: Drive with at least one limb on the wheel, and don't lick frozen flagpoles. MIKE: Don't share chapstick and always check www.mst3kinfo.com for the latest updates. CROW: Always brush your teeth, and, um, always obey law number one? MIKE: Hmm. TOM: Okay. MIKE: Yeah. TOM: Yeah. [Call light] MIKE: Oh, someone's calling. [Taps the button] So, Tom? TOM: Hm?... Oh, yeah, my turn. Well... [Mobius, Observer (smiling) is spinning his brain bowl on his finger like a basketball] OBSERVER: Fifty-four, fifty-five, fif-- [Vision materializes] OBSERVER: WAUGH! [Fumbles with the bowl a bit] What do you want? VISION: I have been observing your race for quite some time, until your planet blew up. Since I have finally located you, and you already know about me, I thought I may as well observe you more closely. OBSERVER: This is highly illogical. How can you observe an observer? VISION: See how your feeble mind cannot even comprehend such a simple task as observing one? OBSERVER: I was being sarcastic. VISION: Oh, sarcasm is just for highly unevolved scum, such as your kind. OBSERVER: My people are far beyond low insults of that such. VISION: Oh yeah? Who's bright idea was it to remove their brain out into the open?? OBSERVER: Yeah?? Well, what the hell kind of a name is "Vision"? Like you have any! Lord of PEZ, *indeed*! VISION: At least my parents bothered to name me at all, Mister We-are-all- Observers. And PEZ is a very nutritional substance on our planet. OBSERVER: YOU! VISION: YOU! [Pause] BOTH: Oh, I can't stay mad at you. OBSERVER: Must be an intelligence thing. VISION: Who can resist smarties such as ourselves? [Both walk away, an arm over each other's shoulder] OBSERVER: Do you like mushing your chocolate syrup into your ice cream? VISION: DO I?? [SOL] MIKE: Okay, okay. Um... Don't reuse the same Kleenex, and don't chew gum and walk at the same time. TOM: Kill Barney and KILL HIM SOME MORE!! CROW: Deep... Well, how `bout always clean those gobs of toothpaste out of the sink and quit shouting- [Alarms] ALL: FANFIC SIGN!!! [Shunk...6...5...4...3...2...SAFE...] [All enter the theater] > * * * CROW: Leonard Maltin gives this fanfic three stars. MIKE: What else is new? > > > Robotnik was in the same building, in a large room, TOM: Well, how else could he fit in it? > working on some >form of device. CROW: {Ahem} I'm sure. > Snively was there CROW: Jeez, and he's watching! I'm outta here. [Begins to leave, but decides to stay] > reading off data from a terminal, trying >to ignore various taunts from Packbell, MIKE: "Does this bug you? I'm not touching you!" > who was overseeing security. > > Robotnik rose from his device, CROW: NO! DON'T! > removing his goggles. "There, that >should do it... CROW: Oh, God... > Now, if only I had a suitable subject to test this..." CROW: OH, GOD! > > He was interrupted by a SWATBot. "PRIORITY ONE HEDGEHOG ALERT! FREEDOM >FIGHTERS LOCATED IN HALLWAY 13F! PRIORITY ONE HEDGEHOG ALERT!" TOM: [Robotnik] "I can hear you! You don't need to shout!" MIKE: [SWATbot] "Oh, 'scuse me, sir." > > Packbell obvserved the monitors... TOM: "I gotta be able to pick up Cartoon Network on this thing." > "Six of them located, Lord Robotnik. CROW: It's a six pack! >One of them being the Hedgehog. It appears they're heading towards this >room..." MIKE: "Should I tell them to just leave their coats on the bed?" > > "Really? I was wondering if we'd see those annoying rodents traipsing >through here... Hmmm..." An evil smile crept up on Robotnik's face. TOM: "Oh, ick, it's back. I thought I killed that!" > "Let >them come, though not TOO easily... I have something to show them." MIKE: "My puppet show." > He >laughed as he made his way to a control panel. CROW: "Well, *I* thought it was funny." > > Packbell nodded, and ordered the SWATBots to comply. TOM: So they nodded as well. > He then looked at >the monitors again, and raised an eyebrow.. CROW: So which do you suppose happens more often; raising an eyebrow or rolling eyes? > "Those datapads the fox and the >tiger carry... The fox I've seen before, but the other one... Hrm..." MIKE: "Y'know, the wonderful thing about tiggers is he's the only one." > > * * * TOM: Okay, if you can shoot those mannequins way off there in the distance, you get a banana. > > The Freedom Fighters continued on, dodging a few more SWATBot patrols. MIKE: [SWATbot] "Tag! You're it." TOM: [Tails] "Nuh-uh." >They entered another air duct, and soon came across a large room. Tails >looked at the datapad he carried.. CROW: "Hey, I got mail!" > "I think it's in here, guys!" MIKE: [Sonic] "The push-open door with the skirted stick-figure on it? You sure?" TOM: [Tails] "Positive." > > Vision nodded and checked his datapad... "Just four bots outside the >door to this room... CROW: Will you take the door, or the money? [Mike and Tom sound like various audience members shouting "Take the door!" or "The money!" and even "Try the box!"] > Think we should make our way in?" > > Sally looked out the vent, then nodded. They opened the vent and made >their way into the room. > > The room was incredibly dark, with only a few small blinking lights >providing any light. TOM: Antoine stared at them and went into an epileptic seizure. > Everyone made their way around with some difficulty, >and Sonic looked around, saying.. "Man... Someone should get the lights in >here..." ALL: Duh! > > "Allow me, rodent..." A familiar and malevolent voice said... CROW: Why, it's Gran'ma'! ALL: Hi, Gran'ma'! > The room >brightened, TOM: Well, I'm glad they cheered up. > and a few metal boxes could be seen in the large room, MIKE: All labeled 'Fraj-ee-lay.' > as well >as a good amount of scaffolding. There was a large, humming device in the >center of the room, TOM: Quiet, it's meditating. > with a glowing, bright yellow, multi-faceted starlike CROW: Any more adjectives you'd like to throw in there while you're at it? >crystal being suspended in the middle of it by some form of tractor beam. >And, standing on a platform located in front of the device was Packbell, >Snively, and the large round shape of Dr. Robotnik. MIKE: And Dopey and Sneezey... > "Greetings, hedgehog... >So glad you could drop in..." he said with an evil grin. CROW: You know, I just can't shake the feeling that this guy is not nice or something. > > The whole group stood in their tracks, a few gasps coming from it. TOM: From their tracks? >Sally looked at the device, and the crystal in the middle of it, and >silently mouthed the words MIKE: "Big boys don't cry." > "Is that it?" to Vision, who nodded in reply. >He had a bad feeling about things... CROW: Y'know, stuff. > > Sonic jumped forward and pointed at Robotnik. MIKE: "Pull it." > "You've got something >that doesn't belong to you, Robuttnik, and we're here to take it away!" TOM: "Or I'm gonna tell mommy." > > "Oh, are you, now?" Robotnik replied with a sneer. "And I suppose I >should just hand it over to you? CROW: "Well, alright. You win." > No, I don't think that's going to happen at >all, rodent. I'd much rather destroy you with it instead." He grinned. MIKE: "Right here in the same room with me... wait, I just realized something..." > > "HA!" Sonic shouted. CROW: "I SHALL RULE THE WORLD!" > "Yeah, right! You can't even figure out how to >use that thing!" TOM: "What, are you too 'manly' to read the instructions?" > He advanced a step forward. > > Robotnik smiled even more. MIKE: After reading all these Sonic fanfics, I'm beginning to doubt I'll ever smile again. CROW: It's just a habitual thing with these Mobians. > "Oh, on the contrary... I already have. >Snively?" > > Snively grined evilly, CROW: See? > and replied, "Yes, Dr. Robotnik, Sir!" he >pushed a button TOM: No, that's Frank's job. > on the machine's control panel. > > The Ry'den star glowed even brighter, and energy started arcing along >it's surface. MIKE: Lava lamps... OF THE FUTURE! > Suddenly, it discharged TOM: Oh, gross. > a large bolt of energy directly at >Sonic. > > "WHOOOOA!" CROW: "Down, boy." > Sonic yelped as he zipped backwards just in time. The bolt >slammed into the ground with explosive force, leaving a huge hole in the >floor. MIKE: [Robotnik] "I paid so much for that linoleum... maybe this wasn't such a good idea." > The Freedom Fighters gasped at this near miss. [All gasp, choke, and cough] > > Snively grinned, CROW: When did he ever un-grin? > and targetted the entire group, TOM: And they all just stand there. > pressing the firing >button again. Robotnik laughed evilly as the Ry'den Star charged up again... MIKE: It's taking a few seconds to warm up! There's no chance of escape! > > The group, caught completely off guard when the first bolt was fired, CROW: They have the reflexes of a box of raisins. >managed to snap out of it just in time to dodge the second one and scatter, MIKE: So the first fire upon five to six people completely misses. >splitting the group in two. Bunnie, Antoine and Tails ran for the cover of >a tall machine, CROW: That's the garbage compressor! Don't- TOM: {Crunch} CROW: D'ohhhhh. > and Sally, Sonic and Vision hid behind a set of large metal >boxes. MIKE: Robotnik sure is protective of his Christmas decorations. > > Sonic wiped his brow. "Oh, man! So much for getting that thing outta >here, Vis!" > > Vision nodded. "As well as my plan to destroy it safely... I can >guarantee there's plenty of more power in that Ry'den star. We're gonna have >to..." CROW: "Let Antoine swallow it. We'll just let *him* blow up." > He was interrupted by Robotnik's gloating MIKE: Ah, gloating does get quite loud. > voice blaring from a set of >loudspeakers in the room. > > "Well, hedgehog, TOM: [Sonic] "I have a first name, y'know." > how do you like my new toy? Impressive, is it not?" MIKE: "It's all the rage this holiday season." >Robotnik chortled. TOM: [Nerd] "Mwe hee hee!" > "Surrender yourself now, and your fellow Freedom >Fighters will be given the merciful fate of Roboticization..." BOTS: Do it! Do it! > > Sally whispered TOM: Sweet nothings. > to Vision and Sonic as Robotnik spoke, "he could raze >all of Mobius with that thing... CROW: Or keep missing everyone and ruin the world's flooring. > We have to do _something_..." > > Sonic interrupted Robotnik by yelling "Go jump into a reactor core, >Robuttnik!" MIKE: [Robotnik] "Gee, {sniff} that one hurt... {sob}..." > > Robotnik's blaring voice spoke on. "Well, then, since you've refused >such a reasonable offer, I've no choice but to _exterminate_ you all!" CROW: They should've just taken the roboticizing while they had the chance. TOM: Yeah. > > Robotnik laughed maniacally as Packbell added, "And take notice, >rodents! If this weapon doesn't take care of you, our SWATBots most >assuredly will!" TOM: You mean the ones that move as fast as potato chips, keep missing, and can't remember so much as what the color red looks like? Those SWATbots? > As if on cue, CROW: Y'know, cuz they had to wing it cuz the director was out getting some coffee. > numerous SWATBots began to file into the >room through the doors, searching for the Freedom Fighters. MIKE: They managed to find Waldo. > > Sonic frowned as he heard the clanking metallic footsteps, CROW: It's the cybernetic Riverdance. > and snuck a >quick glance at MIKE: Some girlie magazines. > then machine TOM: But now something better. > the other half of the group was hiding behind. >Bunnie was holding her own against a pair of SWATBots, MIKE: Finally. She's doing something in this story. > as Tails and Antoine >hid under the machine, Tails handling things a bit more bravely. CROW: He ran away chicken, but he did it bravely. > > "Man..." Sonic said, turning around to Sally and Vision. "Outta the >fryin' pan, into the... LOOK OUT!!" MIKE: "Made ya look. Anyway, I was saying..." > he yelled as two SWATBots appeared >behind the other two, firing their lasers. TOM: Quick! Throw some PEZ at it! > > What happened next amazed Sally and Sonic. CROW: Mel Brooks made a good movie. > Vision zipped behind Sally, MIKE: Using her as a shield. >placing himself between her and Sonic, and the SWATBots, and held up his >hands, as if to try and block the laser bolts with them. TOM: If this works, I'm just gonna- > Surprisingly, he >succeeds, TOM: Oh, jeez! > his hands absorbing the energy of the bolts. TOM: I wonder what other super powers this author-representing character has! > The energy seemed to >run down his arms, MIKE: Through the gums... > across his back, MIKE: ...watch out, stomach, here it comes. > and back to his hands, discharging in >two coarse blasts of energy back at the SWATBots, blowing their heads clean >off. BOTS: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! > "Back at'cha, suckers!" > > Both Sonic and Sally stood there, completely stupified, TOM: Remember, you said that; we didn't. > Sonic barely >managing to emit a quiet "Whoa..." as Vision dragged the two defunct >SWATBots over. "It's a Keld'yrian thing." MIKE: "To drag dead robots around. You wouldn't get it." > Vision said to Sonic, grinning. >He then looked at Sally and shook her gently. "C'mon, Sally, snap out of >it. We still need ya here." > > Sally blinked and snapped TOM: See? You shouldn't have shook her so hard. > out of her daze. "Uh, right... How can we >destroy that thing, Vision?" > > "Well..." he replied, ripping the back panels off the SWATBots, and >sticking his hands in each of them. CROW: Great, Vision dissects robots. {Shiver} > he began to glow as he absorbed >electricity from their batteries. TOM: You mean the ones oozing with acid due to the power surge? > "My other plan for destroying it is a bit >more risky... MIKE: "We'll have to throw water balloons at it *real hard*." > I'll need you, Blue Boy, to CROW: Guard the cows. > provide a distraction while I make >my way to that platform Crazy Ivo's on. Then, on my signal, you toss me one >of your Power Rings, and I'll..." MIKE: "Suck on it a lot." > > "Whoa! Waitaminit!!" Sonic said, with some suspicion. "You want one >of MY Power Rings? Whaddya need THAT for?" TOM: Wanna spice up that wedding? How about a powerful game of horseshoes? Then put some zing in your ring with Power Ring™! CROW: Popiel® Power Ring™ is protected under copyright laws. Not available in Utah. Batteries not included. > > Vision rolled his eyes MIKE: "It's my turn to, Sally." > and pulled his hands out CROW: Ouch. > of the now-drained >SWATBots. TOM: Well, some doctor *he* is. > "We're gonna exploit the incompatability between the two power >sources, by... DUCK!!" MIKE: Yes! Brilliant! The down will counter act the Ry'den Star's massive energy output! > Sonic and Sally instinctively did so as a laser bolt >whizzed CROW: It had to go real bad. > over their heads from another SWATBot, which Vision then fried with >a blast of electricity. "Look, there's a game I played as a small kid where >you get a toy if you flip a metal ring onto a large spike. TOM: Ah, an out-of-date nineteenth century game from this FUTURISTIC BEING! > We're gonna play >that tonight, but our prize this time is a very loud BOOM. Got it?" MIKE: [Sonic] "Heh heh... no." > > Sonic blinked, then smirked as the goal of the tactic dawned on him. CROW: "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Now I *definately* don't get it!" >"Heh. Oookay, I hope this works, Vis..." > > Vision found a small door on one of the boxes and opened it, TOM: Hamdingers! > looking >inside.. "You and me both... Empty, good. Sally, hide in here, MIKE: "Cuz yer a girl and we can't risk you screwing it up." > then be >prepared to jet out of here with Sonic when things start going haywire." CROW: "You *did* bring your jets with you, didn't you?" > > Sally nodded, TOM: Smiled, rolled her eyes, raised an eyebrow, and blinked. > and climbed in, having Nicole provide light in the empty >box. CROW: But due to wanting more money, the SEGA brand 'Nicole' flashlight sucked its batteries in three minutes, making you buy the SEGA brand battery pack. She did not purchase this. > Vision then turned to Sonic. "On three, Blue Boy. TOM: 'On three' what? > One... Two... MIKE: "FIVE!" TOM: Three, sir. >THREE!" > > Sonic sped out from behind the large boxes, and spotted three SWATBots >approaching. CROW: Sonic sees SWATbots. See Sonic run. Run, Sonic, run. > He put his thumbs on his ears MIKE: "Yech, sticky in there." > and razzed them, then sped off >as they gave chase, firing at him. TOM: And, of course, miss by eighty miles about every time. CROW: The easily bamboozled FUTURISTIC ROBOTS! > Vision waited for them to pass, MIKE: Okay, set your turn signal on. Wait till the light turns green... > and said >"Wish me luck, Sally!" CROW: She can hear him through a thick metal crate? > He began to stealthily make his way to the platform, >zapping two SWATBots TOM: That's stealthily, all right. > headed in Bunnie's direction along the way. CROW: "Thank goodness I saved you, you weak female." > > Sally kept the door to the box closed, saying, "Good luck.. we'll all >need it.." MIKE: If we're to survive this train wreck. > > * * * TOM: [Singing] We three stars, we travel afar... > > Robotnik surveyed the room impatiently. MIKE: [Mufasa] Someday, Robotnik, this will all be yours... > "Why haven't the SWATBots >drawn those rodents out of their little hiding spaces yet? CROW: Maybe because two are foxes and another's a space alien. They're not all rodents. > I... What's >this?" He spotted Sonic zipping around the large room, TOM: Oh, I can see how he missed that. > dodging shots from >the five SWATBots pursuing him, ALL: [SWATbots] I love you! > as well as a couple of bolts from the Ry'den >star. "WHAT is that miserable hedgehog up to? He can't possibly believe >that..." MIKE: "Hackey Sack can ever become popular in the US." > > "Lord Robotnik!" Packbell exclaimed, turning to fire his laser rifle at >something. TOM: Any particular thing. It's not important. > He never got a shot off, however, as a bolt of electricity >slammed into him, sending him flying off the platform. CROW: Oh, *this* is the injustice Pat was talkin' about at the beginning. > > Robotnik quickly spun around TOM: For no particular reason; it's just fun. > towards the source of the bolt, and found >Vision standing on the platform, his hands behind his back. "Greetings, oh >fat one!" MIKE: And Jake over there. > > Robotnik glared at Vision startledly. "Who...? WHAT...??" > > Vision smirked. "WHO is one of those to whom that crystal really >belongs to, and WHAT _you're_ gonna do is give it back, if ya know what's >good for ya." CROW: I hate 'smug-wit'. > > Robotnik scowled at Vision's impunity, his eyes glowing a bright red. >"Sooo... _you're_ the ones who it belonged to... TOM: There's more than one standing there? MIKE: I think he needs to get his glasses redone. > hmm..." He reached over to >a rifle laying next to a control panel. CROW: Great, the supreme evil of Mobius is a redneck. > "Well, I'm afraid that I've grown >attached to this wonderful bauble, so..." he said, pointing the rifle at >Vision, "You can't have it." TOM: "So nanny-nanny, poo-poo." > > Vision just sighed and threw up MIKE: "Oh, something's not agreeing with me." > his arms... "Oh well, in that case..." >He then grinned. "...neither can you." > > *Now, Blue Boy!* > > Sonic sped past the platform, seven SWATBots now in pursuit. MIKE: And they still haven't gotten him. TOM: I think it's time for Robotnik to switch to SWATbot 2.0. > He >reached into his backpack, pulled out a CROW: Ham sandwich. > Power Ring, and quickly tossed it to >Vision. "Catch!" TOM: {Bonk} CROW: "Oh, Vision, you unathletic nerd." > > Vision caught the Power Ring, and deftlyflipped it towards the Ry'den >Star. It sailed over Robotnik's head in an arc, MIKE: So they're taunting Robotnik with Monkey in the Middle. > and landed on the topmost >spike of the star with a 'clink'. > > *Let's move, guys, Two minutes 'till this place goes up!* TOM: [Sonic] "Vision, you're not looking into my deepest secrets while you're in my brain, are ya?" > > Robotnik watched the ring sail over and land, then turned to see Vision >wave, "C'ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!" CROW: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That one always gets me! MIKE: There isn't a *little* bit of sarcasm in there? CROW: Well, a bit. > and jump off the platform. TOM: {Splut} > he stood, >confused at this tactic, until a screeching sound coming from the Ry'den >Star enlightened him. MIKE: That's what happens when you put peanut butter in the VCR. > > "Dr. Robotnik, sir!" Snively shouted, panicked. "The Power Ring is >creating a major energy feedback! Systems are overloading!" > > "NO!" CROW: Said Ator. > He turned to see the Ry'den Star glowing brightly, energy arcing >out in every direction, making electronics go haywire around it. TOM: All the doohickeys are going cuckoo and the thingamabobs are boinging! > He spotted >two SWATBots nearby. CROW: "Get back to work, you slackers!" > "SWATBOTS! Remove that blasted Power Ring from there at >ONCE!!" > > The SWATBots, fearing Robotnik's wrath more than the Ry'den Star, MIKE: Robots feel fear? CROW: No! Ho ho! >immediately began to advance towards it. They only managed to get 6' close >to it before it's energies lashed out at them, TOM: Now go to your rooms! > reducing them to smoking >rubble. BOTS: No. Not again! > > "Dr. Robotnik!!" Snively exclaimed, very panicked now. MIKE: "That 17 meg file you e-mailed bounced and we have to re-download it." > "The crystal's >energy level is reaching critical, and will result in a massive explosion in >two minutes! CROW: As was previously indicated. > We must evacuate, Sir!" > > This news sent Robotnik into a total conniption. "NoNoNONOOOOO! THIS >CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!!!!!" [All chuckle] MIKE: What are you talking about? It happens every time! TOM: I believe he's having what we call a spaz attack. > He smashed a monitor to peices with his robotic >arm, CROW: "AAAA! Now I can't record MST3K!..." > then glared at Packbell, CROW: "...And it's all YOUR fault!" > who was pulling himself back up on the >platform, not looking to be in good shape, MIKE: That's what happens after the holiday season. > and having some choice words to >say. Robotnik's eyes glowed even brighter TOM: He got phosphorous paint mixed up with his eye drops. > as he said, "Commander Packbell, >make sure those miserable Freedom Fighters and their friend never leave this >place!!!" > > Packbell stood and nodded. "Yes, Lord Robotnik." He leapt off the >platform MIKE: {Splut} > as Robotnik and Snively left for the shuttle, muttering, "I knew >something like this would happen, you sputtering fat fool..." CROW: Unneeded characterization, but characterization nonetheless. [All leave] [SAFE...2...3...4...5...6...Klunk-shunk] [Only Tom's soda can (with Tom nowhere in sight) on the desk. Enter Mike] MIKE: Tom? TOM: [Unseen and muffled] Yeppers? MIKE: Wha- [picks up the can] Servo? You in there? TOM: Yup. MIKE: Wha happa? TOM: Well, y'see, I was just mindin' my own business, slurping away at my Dew, and I kinda sucked so hard I vacuumed myself in here. It's kinda weird. MIKE: I'll say. Where's the straw? TOM: I kinda inhaled it. Hey, y'know, it's kinda nice in here. The moisture kinda makes it comfortable. MIKE: It's gonna get sticky, you know. TOM: Really? Oh, grotti. Well, whatcha gonna do, huh? MIKE: Yeah... You wanna come out anytime. TOM: Nooo. Don't bother. I'll just walk it off. MIKE: ...Okaaaayyyy... [Call light, Mike taps it] Yessum? [Mobius, Vision and Ryan (see "Newcomer" or "Tricks of the Trade") are facing each other angrily. Villagers are surrounding them] RYAN: Yeah? VISION: Yeah! RYAN: Yeah? VISION: Yeah! RYAN: Yeah? VISION: Yeah! RYAN: Yeah? VISION: Yeah! RYAN: Yeah? VISION: Yeah! RYAN: Fine, we'll just see who's the better morpher around these here parts. [Pointing to Sonic] You referee. SONIC: No, I Sonic. Hehe. VISION: Shaddup. SONIC: Okay. VISION: Go! [Ryan morphs into a monkey] [Vision: sloth] [Ryan: toaster] [Vision: toothbrush] [Ryan: anteater] [Vision: Ryan] [Ryan: Vision] [Vision: Vision] VISION: Oops. RYAN: Hehe. [Morphs back] SONIC: Okay, round two! Go! [Ryan: tissue box] [Vision: Pez dispenser] [Ryan: Donkey Kong] [Vision: desk lamp] [Ryan: air molecule] [Vision: Slurpee] [Ryan: plastic flamingo] [Vision: Santa Claus] [Ryan: cockroach] [Vision stomps on Ryan] TAILS: Oh my God! He's killed Ryan!... YOU BASTARD! VISION: [Morphs back] So? [Beat] CROWD: Oh, we can't stay mad at you. VISION: I know. I know. [Commercials]