Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27661770-20181117224220/@comment-27344811-20181118170056

Xeroc watches their approach, tounge flicking in the air.

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"And, face it, gentlemen, none of us ever really stopped, ahve we? Look at me; I gave up one evil for another by becoming a businessman, and echoes of my past still live on- I've merely focused that anger and greed, like how I did in those sports and parties. Focused it into an economic power. I may have moved on... but some of us have brothers, nephews, or children who haven't. Sure, Larry's trying to become a tennis ace, Ludwig is content with his current position, Wendy just wants the money, Roy's doing.. something, but the rest of my kids? This cane I have was built by Iggy. And if you know anything about Iggy..."

He points the tip into the air. The crystal on the end glows as the wood-like sheel folds back to reveal a nozzle.

"You know that he finds ways."

An effin laser beam pierces the cieling, eminating from the tip. Bowser sets it to the side and continues.

"Lemmy is still up to tricks with Iggy, Morton is with them as well, and Junior, in the last few months, has given three kids wedgies, somehow snuck a spike on his teacher's chair, and once bullied a grown man out of his lunch. And i'm not the only one- Robotnik, you have a nephew, correct? Along with Metal Sonic. Both of them may not be evil, but they aren't good either."