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                  “A darvog? Really?” The duck looked up from the comic book he’d been reading, from his place laying upside-down on his recliner. Most people didn’t get it, but that position helped the blood flow to his head, and gave him almost super-powered concentration! But Lola had noted what a great idea it was right away! And now, she had another great idea! Flipping himself right-side up again, he lost his balance and flopped onto the floor with an ‘oof!’, before pushing himself up excitedly. “I’m starving too! But this sandwich is complex! It’s gonna take the both of us if we’re both gonna have one!” Why did the idea of making a simple sandwich even seem fun with her?! “Oh, and we should get dessert too! --- I’m thinkin’ cupcakes.”

                 “Oh yeah?” Well now that sounded like a challenge. “Well, what abouuuuut—” She looked upwards in thought, idly tapping at her chin as a sly smirk came to her face. Hey eyes slid to the side to regard the girl across from her. “I have two party-sized bags of chips in my backpack.”

                    “I do?” Daffy’s eyes lit up for a moment, hands clasping together at his chest as he looked hopefully towards Bugs. “So do you! You make me happy too!” He rushed forward suddenly, throwing his arms around Bugs and pulling him in for a spontaneous hug. But then, that familiar pesky thought that Bugs didn’t mean it like he hoped crept in, and he realized, for the sake of not making things weird between them, that he had to tone it down. But Bugs did make him happy! More than he knew. More than anyone! And he had for years! Where would he be right now without Bugs? But still, he pulled away and grinned, “That’s why we’re best friends. And no one will ever get between us, right?”

      “That’s the spirit, kid. Stick it to ‘em! They could use it! They’re way too uptight! It’s not good for their health! Did you know those corporate punks actually tried to take my name away from me once?!” Oh, he still hadn’t forgotten that one; and he doubted he ever would. He also hadn’t forgotten the names of each and every single person that had been in the board meeting that day. He always made sure to give them a little extra trouble every time he saw them too, even all these years later. “Let’s talk about different studios in front of ‘em just to be petty.”

                               “I am Metal Sonic. Model designation: E77-M11-4196.” That answer was clear and made sense. No strange, unexplained sensations. No thoughts, creeping closer and closer—making him…question things. Why did she make him question the very coding he’d been programmed with? In any case, he wanted to learn more from her. “Is it natural to become different when no one is watching?” He became different around her.