"What an ironic name, huh?"

"…Do Ah look like Ah’m jokin’? No really, do Ah look like Ah’m jokin’? No? That’s because Ah ain’t…Now, Ah git it. Y’all are in disbelief, because ya haven’t worked together before. But, y’all all have at least one thing in common, besides what Ah mentioned: Y’all all want to viciously, and brutally pound Scourge inta tha dirt. Am Ah wrong…?”

Cookie and Rosy both looked at each other, going quiet for a moment. “Well, she does have a point there…” Rosy mumbled to herself, not noticing that she said that out loud. “We were never able to defeat him separately but I suppose if we tried as a team then he wouldn’t see it coming.” Cookie spoke up, crossing her arms.

Smalls grumbles, arms still crossed, but, then- "Yeah, I guess if it helps me smash Snot easier, I guess we can try working together..."

Rosy looked at the other two, appearing uninterested. Cookie on the other hand thought it was a great idea. “Only if I’m the leader. Since, I do have more brains than these two.” Rosy shot up, ready to start an argument with the rabbit but tried to calm herself down. “I dunno, it doesn’t seem like a good idea.” They’d probably fight with each other more then fight with other teams.

Smalls looks incredulous about the idea. "Me? Work with them? Heh, that's big laugh, boss."

"I got somethin’ I wanna talk ta y’all about. But, first, we’re gonna wait fer Cookie an’ Smalls ta git in ‘ere."

Rosy gave a light nod as she sat around, hearing the door open. “Forgive me for being late.” The young rabbit came in, fixing her ribbons. “Now what are we discussing about?”

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Smalls growls, as he repeatedly swings the tree at the hedgehog. “Hold still so I can hit ya, Snot!” After repeated misses, he snarls. “Fine, then.” The next time Scourge lands on the ground, Smalls stomps on the ground, hoping it’ll get him off balance for juuuuust long enough, as he swings the tree at him, hard. Though, mostly, he’s just trying to hit him a good distance away. Should he hit him, he drops the tree on the ground. And, if he sees Scourge running fast at him, the large cat smirks, rolls into a ball, and starts revving up his own spindash.

The green hedgehog’s maneuvers continued until the weight of the other’s foot shook the ground, putting Scourge’s footing off balance.  "Shit."  Scourge clicked his tongue in annoyance; his arms held out at his sides, attempting to steady himself. An attempt that, perhaps, took one second to many. Wham! The hit had been hard, no less had it been painful. The tree’s bark was anything but comfortable and being hit at such lengths sent him flying quite a good distance from where Small’s stood. That, however, didn’t keep him down long. Scourge was shortly back on his feet; his hands clenched angrily into fists.  If there was one thing Scourge hated, it was loosing.  "S’at all ‘ya got?" He grunted hoarsely.

Once he was finished revving up, the large cat spindashed at him; A vertitable fuzzy and furry bowling ball, that pretty much devastated all the trees and wildlife in it's path. No telling what it would do to Scourge if he let it hit him.

That name set him off. His eyes narrowed and his hands balled into fists. He was about to make an attack on Buns when the floor beneath him shook. Miles froze and shifted his weight to keep his balance and turned to see what on earth could do that. His tails sunk to the ground seeing Smalls. Miles growled lowly and turned back to Buns. “You released that damn idiot when I was gone?!” Oh now he was just fired up. There was a good reason no one came to the Big alternates rescue. “This is why we don’t let morons take the throne” He growled and began to advance up the steps to confront Buns.

"It’s Buns, remember? Also, if ya’ll value keepin’ your nicely groomed fur, ya’ll’l listen ta this.” She points her suit’s left arm at him, and the flamethrower nozzle comes out. “Flamethrower. Seems like a purty smart thing for ya ta remember, doesn’t it? Although, it ain’t like Ah need ya ta listen ta me, anyway. Long as everyone else does, ya’ll kin do whatever ya want in ya yer lab. Ya ain’t gettin’ tha throne or yer position back, until ya got somethin’ we kin kick Scourge’s butt with.”

He slowed down as she pointed the weapon at him. But it didn’t stop him from getting closer. “But you see, there’s the problem. I need them to listen to me.” Miles finally stopped at the foot of the small steps to the throne. He was in perfect range of the flamethrower, but showed no fear. He held his hands behind his back in his usual mannor and warned once more. “Get off the throne Bunnie.”

He chuckles and pats his belly. “Yeah, I guess it is a pretty handsome one~”

"Yeah, who wants to be skinny?"

"Nah, that wasn’t my birth name: I actually used to be known as ‘Anti-Big’."

He chuckles and pats his belly. "Yeah, I guess it is a pretty handsome one~"

"Aw, shucks, you’re embarassing me~ But, yeah, I guess I am pretty smart. And, pretty big, even though my ironic Moebian name is ‘Smalls’."

"Nah, that wasn't my birth name: I actually used to be known as 'Anti-Big'."

"Well, nice to meet ya, I guess. So-" He grins. "Ya like Mobians and Moebians of the larger persuasion, huh~?"

"Aw, shucks, you're embarassing me~ But, yeah, I guess I am pretty smart. And, pretty big, even though my ironic Moebian name is 'Smalls'."

"Riiiiggghhhtttt…You know, I think I’ve met one or two of your alternates from other zones. It’s Ray, right?"

"Well, nice to meet ya, I guess. So-" He grins. "Ya like Mobians and Moebians of the larger persuasion, huh~?"

Smalls raises an eyebrow. “What do ya mean by that…?” Was this little guy hitting on him?

"Riiiiggghhhtttt...You know, I think I've met one or two of your alternates from other zones. It's Ray, right?"

Smalls raises an eyebrow. “What do ya mean by that…?” Was this little guy hitting on him?

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Scourge’s smirk soon ceased to exist—replaced by mild confusion. The last thing he needed was to be back on the bottom of the food chain with Smalls back on top. Surely Smalls wasn’t— The green hedgehog swallowed the growing lump in his throat as the large cat slammed his neck back against a nearby tree. The restraint of the collar soon fell to the ground—nothing more than a useless piece of metal. "Err..bro…let’s talk ‘bout this." He began, holding up his hands in defense. The cockiness he once held now fell to the gutter. The tree that had been easily uprooted made Scourge look small in comparison and soon enough, that same tree was being swung at him. Scourge’s breath hitched as he narrowly avoided the swing. Lucky for him, his own control collar had been long deactivated back in the No Zone.  He then ducked as if he expected another swing from his former cellmate, quickly hopping from side to side to avoid what he could.  With that large uprooted tree in ‘ta way, getting close may be a little hard.

Smalls growls, as he repeatedly swings the tree at the hedgehog. "Hold still so I can hit ya, Snot!" After repeated misses, he snarls. "Fine, then." The next time Scourge lands on the ground, Smalls stomps on the ground, hoping it'll get him off balance for juuuuust long enough, as he swings the tree at him, hard. Though, mostly, he's just trying to hit him a good distance away. Should he hit him, he drops the tree on the ground. And, if he sees Scourge running fast at him, the large cat smirks, rolls into a ball, and starts revving up his own spindash.

Smalls raises an eyebrow. "What do ya mean by that...?" Was this little guy hitting on him?

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"I mean, a decent enough amount to give you some pudge."

"Do I look like I was born yesterday?"

"I mean, a decent enough amount to give you some pudge."