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<BlueBlur69>

[endlesspastability]

can you meet me outside the lab with it??? i still have some delivering to do so i cant stay long =0

<DoctorRobotnik>

[evilgrows]

I wasn't planning for you to stay long. The faster you get out of my hair the better.

I'll have it out for you.

<BlueBlur69>

[endlesspastability]

awww you dont like my company??? =]

ILL BE THERE SOON

[ZOOOOM. Sonic's jet engine announces his presence at the lab]

[evilgrows]

[Soon is right. Robotnik's standing outside the lab, promised skateboard in hand, and while he's not particularly happy to see his nemesis, he still finds getting a good look at how he functions with that thing useful.

Once he's stopped, he holds out the skateboard for him.]

Ability to emulate Tony Hawk not guaranteed. If you beef it, that's your problem.

[endlesspastability]

[Sonic is still learning, and he cuts his engine a little too soon (probably from excitement at seeing his new toy) and lands less than gracefully, collapsing in a heap. But he springs back up immediately and makes grabby hands]

OoooOOOOOOoooH! GIMME GIMME GIMME I'M SO EXCITED.

[GRAB!!! He strokes it, eyes turning from green ovals to bright yellow stars] Beat is gonna be soooo jealous.

[evilgrows]

Until I fully get into the skateboard creation business and everyone has one, maybe. It could be pretty lucrative. Come up with a few limited edition designs, get my branding on, open up a nice storefront...

[Yeah, like he'd put all of his time and effort into that when he has other things to do.

He is technically working on something for Beat, but it's not quite the same.]

Looks like a hit.

[endlesspastability]

Heeeeeeheeeehehheeee....!! [he rubs it on his cheeks like a happy cat] You could make a MILLION ZILLION SOLARS. Every kid in Bavan is gonna want one next Christmas -- Nattenwhatever.

[he sets it down on the ground and puts one foot on it, then pushes it back and forth with his other foot] Oooohh....! So smooth....! I'm gonna go so faaaaast!

[evilgrows]

[He rubs his chin thoughtfully.]

It could be a lucrative form of funding. Maybe if I automate the process a little more...

[He's just gonna take a brief moment to describe the potential automation of skateboard creation before snapping out of it. He has never seen anyone except himself this excited about something he made, not even Stone, and he's not sure how to feel about it.]

Anyway. There's no warranty. You break it, you're paying for a new one. Got that?

[endlesspastability]

[WELL START BELIEVING IT cause Sonic is so psyched he might explode. See Robotnik, you CAN use your powers for good]

Yeah yeah yeah!! I know I know, I break it I bought it, blah blah blah. LATER!

[and with a silly salute, he picks up speed and rides smoothly down the sidewalk and out of sight]