Ah, the beginning of my glorious reign—or rather, the beginning of those insufferable pests' interference.

My magnificent return to Robotropolis, aboard my dark and thunderous airship, was—as always—met with the dull incompetence of Snively. That spineless little sycophant had no answers about the whereabouts of the irritating blue hedgehog. But fortune smiled upon me that day: the scanners picked up the young foxling, Tails. A perfect lure to flush out Sonic like the vermin he is.

I dispatched Bomber-One to retrieve the fox, but naturally, Sonic interfered, rescuing the brat and humiliating my Buzz-Bomber in the process. Pathetic. Even worse, those wretched Freedom Fighters managed to insult me on-camera. They think they are clever. They think they are safe. They are wrong.

Later, as I was laying out the next phase of my plan—a brilliant scheme to defoliate the Great Forest and expose Knothole Village—those meddling rodents dared to infiltrate my domain. Sonic and that little fox actually stumbled into my control room! I would have ended the hedgehog's miserable existence then and there, had he not slipped away using that accursed Power Ring. I’ll dismantle his uncle’s legacy with my own hands one day.

My chemical-laden Buzz-Bombers were prepared to scour the forest from the sky, a final stroke of genius. But once again, Sonic and his ragtag rebels sabotaged my efforts—with water balloons, of all things! The Buzz-Bombers, in their cowardice, fled. Traitors to their programming! Disobedient! Unforgivable! I shall recycle every last bolt of their treacherous circuitry!

This was only the beginning. Let them gloat in the dirt and moss of their pathetic village. The forest will burn. The Resistance will fall. And in the end... Robotnik always wins.