"Look Robotnik, I get it. It's not cool to insult people just based on their weight or other aspects of their life that they don't have control over. I would never make fun of Big for his size, he's a great guy and a damn good friend. I will admit that you do have a point in regards to how I act. You're right that I can be crude, mean, arrogant, and a bunch of other awful things. Nobody is perfect, I'm not, and you certainly aren't either. Yeah, I get on my friends' nerves sometimes, and sometimes I say things that upset them, but they don't just abandon me after the fact, do you wanna know why? It's because, at the end of the day, I actually work hard to do what's right. Do you think being called an egg is funny? The real joke is that you expect me to sympathize with you after everything you've done to me. The first time we ever met was when I found out you were stuffing my friends into robot suits, crazy right? Do you think I was excited to have to go through all of that? No. I had never done anything like that before in my life, and at the end of all of it, I had to face you, controlling death machines with the sole purpose of killing me! And you know what? I could forgive all of that if it ended there, maybe after I saved the day despite all odds, you could turn over a new leaf elsewhere. But no, here we are, fight after fight, after fight, you keep coming back trying to ruin my life. Sure, I'm not always the most courageous guy, sometimes I make mistakes, and I don't save everyone. I'm 16 Robotnik, I'm not even old enough to drive a car, much less save the world from a mad narcissist with an army of robots at his side. So you know what? I'm glad you can take pride in your own genius, if I were as smart as you, I'd be proud of it too. But don't you dare try to lecture me just because I'm not a flawless paragon of moral goodness. At the end of the day, despite everything, I still have friends who love and care about me, flaws and all. Meanwhile, you spend all your time in a lab, working on robots by yourself, slowly rotting away. I don't care about your feelings, and neither do any of my friends, how many of those animals from Green Hill Zone never made it out of their metal prisons? I think about that every night, about all of the people I couldn't save, and I cry because I feel like I failed worse than any person should. No matter how many of your schemes I foil, or however many insults I send your way, you'll never feel the heartbreak of losing your
