"HOBBIES, hedgehog! Quit bugging me and go get some of your own! Can't you see I'm busy?!"
But... busy with what? The notorious EGGMAN had certainly made his name and presence known— the ever-recognizable Eggmobile carrying its pilot above... a village he couldn't bother remembering the name of. (They were in the sticks, that much he knew.) The very same that was currently being raided by Eggpawns aplenty. Homes were being broken into, citizens screaming as they were threatened with being bulldozed if they didn't wise up and get out of his way.
Though, no one seemed hurt, strangely enough. Frightened and shaken, sure, but... not hurt. Oh, sure, some people would hit the dirt if they were being uncooperative, but it wasn't a slaughter or anything. That wasn't how the doctor operated. No-no, he was mostly just... taking the villagers' things...? And not even precious things like food, water, or other monetary valuables.
Things of sentimental value were taken. Children's toys, a family heirloom— prized possessions that had personal, historical weight to them, no matter what they were. That's what robots of different makes and models were ransacking this place for.
And as said robots were no doubt being shattered by that awful prick-in-his-back, Robotnik would only grit his teeth, gloves gripping taut on the sides of his hovercraft.
"I don't like to debut my latest and greatest until they're out of beta... but for a pet project like this? I can make an exception." Though he'd have to cut a couple corners, his machines were no strangers to a little forced overtime. The doctor's console, fingers well-practiced danced and twisted to the song of sudden activations and protocol realignment.
At the introduction of the hero, the swarm of Badniks and fodder-bots snaps.
[ NEW OBJECTIVE RECEIVED. ]
Fire on anything that breathed.
Ah, yes... now there was the proper dosage of fear and pain that was expected whenever He showed up. It was a spray of bullets and energy blasts! Motobugs chasing down the runners to slice into their Achilles tendons, Buzz Bombers scattering shots into whatever found itself unlucky enough! And Eggman knew this song and dance— threaten the civilians to keep the blue peacekeeper busy.
Then, the worker drones can do just that. Work. Rifle through bedspread and trophy shelf aplenty for anything that looked like a heartfelt desire. He needed them for a new idea he had. The mayhem of it all? Oh, the doctor couldn't care less. It's nothing but white noise as his attention was turned onto what actually mattered. His work.
—Ah, but he would press a button on his jacket, gold glowing red for but a moment as an unseen machine began to listen. "Computer? Set an alarm for... mmn, seven— no, eight minutes. The first three or so waves should give me the peace and quiet I need for at least that long." And with a grumble, it was back to his project he'd go~!