AlexneushoornTheGreat
Steve Rhino
"Alright, that should be the last of them!" Sonic exclaimed as he grabbed the last stack of posters from the printers and proceeded to put them on top of the rest of the stack.
"You sure? We need to make sure we have all the necessary posters for this advertising run." Tails asked him as his daughter Melody was resting on his neck, curiously watching the ordeal play out.
"Yeah, yeah. I did it a quick count, and this is all of the posters we need. Are you sure we really need this many?" Sonic asked Tails back as he folded his arms in front of his chest, his impatience showing with a few taps of his foot.
"Yes, we really do need this many. It's important we find Mobians that are willing to carry on the fight of the Freedom Fighters. Not many Mobians are willing to make that sort of commitment, nor do many Mobians have the skill for this field of work." Tails pointed out.
Sonic pouted at his best friend's words. "Are you sure this is necessary? You're saying it like I've gotten old and out of shape."
"That's exactly what he's saying." Sally teasingly replied to her husband from a nearby couch she was sitting on, their children Sonia and Manik sitting on both sides of her, and the kids couldn't help but giggle at their mother teasing their father.
Sonic rolled his eyes and sarcastically laughed. "Ha, ha. Very funny, Sal. But really, I'm currently 37 and still fighting robots and other evildoers. I'm still in shape to keep this up a few more years." He assured his best friend and his wife.
"Maybe, but you gotta take into consideration that we also have to start training a new generation of Freedom Fighters while we are still in shape. That way, the new generation will be guaranteed to be ready to carry on the fight when we're unable to do so ourselves anymore." Tails reasoned with his best friend, who let out a sigh in response.
"You do have a point, Tails..." Sonic nodded.
"Well, what are you waiting for then? Get out there and get those posters up and spread the message far and wide so we can get enough potential candidates for the job!" Tails grinned at his best friend, who smirked as he picked up the stack of posters, rushed out the door and came back immediately afterward.
"There we go! All the posters are put up and ready for viewing!" Sonic smirked.
Tails chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright. Don't get cocky 'cause you just proved you're still in shape. I just hope that people actually take their time to properly read those posters." The fox sighed.
"Of course they will! Amy designed them to be eye catching enough, so it's sure to keep potential candidates' attention long enough for them to properly read the whole thing!" Sally assured him.
"Mother is right, Uncle Tails! With Aunt Amy's expertise in graphic design, they'll have the details down to a tee!" Sonia chimed in as Manik nodded in agreement.
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"You sure? We need to make sure we have all the necessary posters for this advertising run." Tails asked him as his daughter Melody was resting on his neck, curiously watching the ordeal play out.
"Yeah, yeah. I did it a quick count, and this is all of the posters we need. Are you sure we really need this many?" Sonic asked Tails back as he folded his arms in front of his chest, his impatience showing with a few taps of his foot.
"Yes, we really do need this many. It's important we find Mobians that are willing to carry on the fight of the Freedom Fighters. Not many Mobians are willing to make that sort of commitment, nor do many Mobians have the skill for this field of work." Tails pointed out.
Sonic pouted at his best friend's words. "Are you sure this is necessary? You're saying it like I've gotten old and out of shape."
"That's exactly what he's saying." Sally teasingly replied to her husband from a nearby couch she was sitting on, their children Sonia and Manik sitting on both sides of her, and the kids couldn't help but giggle at their mother teasing their father.
Sonic rolled his eyes and sarcastically laughed. "Ha, ha. Very funny, Sal. But really, I'm currently 37 and still fighting robots and other evildoers. I'm still in shape to keep this up a few more years." He assured his best friend and his wife.
"Maybe, but you gotta take into consideration that we also have to start training a new generation of Freedom Fighters while we are still in shape. That way, the new generation will be guaranteed to be ready to carry on the fight when we're unable to do so ourselves anymore." Tails reasoned with his best friend, who let out a sigh in response.
"You do have a point, Tails..." Sonic nodded.
"Well, what are you waiting for then? Get out there and get those posters up and spread the message far and wide so we can get enough potential candidates for the job!" Tails grinned at his best friend, who smirked as he picked up the stack of posters, rushed out the door and came back immediately afterward.
"There we go! All the posters are put up and ready for viewing!" Sonic smirked.
Tails chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright. Don't get cocky 'cause you just proved you're still in shape. I just hope that people actually take their time to properly read those posters." The fox sighed.
"Of course they will! Amy designed them to be eye catching enough, so it's sure to keep potential candidates' attention long enough for them to properly read the whole thing!" Sally assured him.
"Mother is right, Uncle Tails! With Aunt Amy's expertise in graphic design, they'll have the details down to a tee!" Sonia chimed in as Manik nodded in agreement.
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