❝ Tails finally decided to join. '
"Tails. Whose Tails? You mean that steroid induced red thing you pal around with? Ah, the one with that big jewel." That’s right; the plans were already coming together. How would he con the ever living hell out of this guy into becoming his official worker or hitman?
"Very good. I want you to get those cups with Lebron James printed on the front and bring him up. Also, get the Champagne marked 'Alla la 1-Up.' Accidently bring up the cheap stuff and that’s a bullet in your brain, blue boy.”










