“ ’Decent lackey’ is probably pushing it a little. But, a mechanic? Woah! Reminds me of the time he’d made Sonic a bike. WAIT, CREW? There’s more than just the two of them now? I guess I shouldn’t be TOO intimidated by them. ”

Scratch chuckled when the Repairman asked if his brother’s other weapons were any friendlier.

“ Well, I don’t know. How friendly would you classify chainsaws, mini-missiles, guns and lasers, among other equally-as-dangerous-and-destructive things? Also, sometimes he used to just have a cannon on one arm and he’d pretend he was MegaMan or something. Geez, I wonder where all our games and consoles are right now, I should go dust ‘em off and play some! Nostalgia for days! ”

“You must’ve been on that version of Mobius for a while,” the Repairman remarked. “There’s been more than the two for quite some time now.”

He was about to reply to Scratch’s point about weaponry, but stopped. He realized the chicken had a point.

“Well…” he said, struggling to figure out why he felt those were friendlier.

He had a nagging suspicion at the answer, but decided not to pursue that line of thought. He didn’t want to sabotage his own job again.

“…I guess if you’re a henchman, you go big or go home,” he finished, jokingly.

“Wait a minute,” he said, realizing something. “You, a SEGA character, had a Nintend—”

He clapped his hand over where his mouth would be, but it was too late. He sabotaged his own job again.

Doris suddenly shouting “Seven minutes!” didn’t help.