Metal Sonic parody
- Location
- Argentina
Metal Sonic is a Kitty?
I glare at a machine that could kill me, but he won't because he literally can't due to his programing. Metal Sonic Mark II is based on the original but while he has knowledge of Sonic he doesn't have Sonic's personality like the Mark I .
I sigh and sit on my floating chair and instead of drinking actual alcohol is just a can of orange soda.
I know I know, I should eat better, do more exercise but I tend to get fat, that's why I ended with slim legs and a big gut because I took to running and while my legs look fantastic the rest of me doesn't. Well maybe the moustache looks okay? I try to take care of it as best as I can.
I am in my forties and when you are in the taking over the world business, or just you know dealing with a killer robot, getting drunk is likely to get you killed.
And after the last failure ... I really want to get drunk.
A death trap, an entire metal and machine island, powered by artificial chaos Emeralds dedicated to kill Sonic... and I failed!
Granted maybe making it pinball themed was a bit dumb but still... it should have worked!
I am a University graduate, I got several Doctorates and Master degrees! I score as high as possible in every IQ test that exists! I shouldn't keep being defeated by a blue rodent who can run really fast!
Sometimes I hate this... if I hadn't got that job at G.U.N, all because I needed to pay my darn student loan, then they wouldn't have betrayed me and maybe... I could have coasted by life on my brilliance alone.
At least I got my student debt paid before the betrayal, that's something.
"You need maintenance, I am your Master and creator, stop making this difficult!" I yell at Metal Sonic that climbed to the top shelf like a freaking cat. Why I had to make the things be made out a reinforced steel allow? They wouldn't be holding his weight otherwise.
"DENIED!" My weapon to kill Sonic is acting like a petulant child, or like a cat, just great.
I take out my mobile phone and speed dial a familiar number.
"Hi, Domination Pizza? Is Mister R, do you still have that two for one combo on fridays? You do? Great, send two egg specials to-"
Stupid blue hedgehog, at this rate I will always be fat, all because of you!
I glare at a machine that could kill me, but he won't because he literally can't due to his programing. Metal Sonic Mark II is based on the original but while he has knowledge of Sonic he doesn't have Sonic's personality like the Mark I .
I sigh and sit on my floating chair and instead of drinking actual alcohol is just a can of orange soda.
I know I know, I should eat better, do more exercise but I tend to get fat, that's why I ended with slim legs and a big gut because I took to running and while my legs look fantastic the rest of me doesn't. Well maybe the moustache looks okay? I try to take care of it as best as I can.
I am in my forties and when you are in the taking over the world business, or just you know dealing with a killer robot, getting drunk is likely to get you killed.
And after the last failure ... I really want to get drunk.
A death trap, an entire metal and machine island, powered by artificial chaos Emeralds dedicated to kill Sonic... and I failed!
Granted maybe making it pinball themed was a bit dumb but still... it should have worked!
I am a University graduate, I got several Doctorates and Master degrees! I score as high as possible in every IQ test that exists! I shouldn't keep being defeated by a blue rodent who can run really fast!
Sometimes I hate this... if I hadn't got that job at G.U.N, all because I needed to pay my darn student loan, then they wouldn't have betrayed me and maybe... I could have coasted by life on my brilliance alone.
At least I got my student debt paid before the betrayal, that's something.
"You need maintenance, I am your Master and creator, stop making this difficult!" I yell at Metal Sonic that climbed to the top shelf like a freaking cat. Why I had to make the things be made out a reinforced steel allow? They wouldn't be holding his weight otherwise.
"DENIED!" My weapon to kill Sonic is acting like a petulant child, or like a cat, just great.
I take out my mobile phone and speed dial a familiar number.
"Hi, Domination Pizza? Is Mister R, do you still have that two for one combo on fridays? You do? Great, send two egg specials to-"
Stupid blue hedgehog, at this rate I will always be fat, all because of you!
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