+ there before. Knew the layout well enough. It wouldn't take long to scour for this next emerald.
If the robot could smirk, he would.
Time to pay his 'friend' a visit in Hometown.
Walking up to the puddle, the robot produces and drops a bar of soap onto Kris.
"Take this and call your doctor in the morning for further evaluation."
Just for that, Mecha circles back to redirect the flow at Kris.
"Filthy mouths require cleaning."
Cut across the street and takes out a fire hydrant.
Get showered, nerd.
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"Cry about it."
What a great day to cause chaos.
Or find it.
Don't mind the massive cobalt buzz saw tearing up everything it rolls over/through.
"I have not even bothered dedicating processing power to estimating what you can do."
The scanner. It was where he spent so much of his time lately. At least, when not amusing himself via tormenting a few select Squishies.
If not for his ability to enter a sleep mode, it would be akin to watching a clock simply tick away. Today was different, though.
The scanner beeped. The -
+ monitor flared to life, a view of the planet zoomed out, slowly diving in, focusing, repeating from continent, to country, to province, to town. The scrap machinery lacked the capability to narrow the search any further.
It didn't matter though. The town was familiar to Mecha Sonic. He'd been -
