Tails shook his head, trying to clear it. "I'll... I'll invent something!" Tails said. "That'll keep my mind off of all this delicious meeaaaat..." He wiped away the drool, quickly flying back to his lab. He immediately went to work, fitting bits of metal and machinery together. He worked for hours, busily fastening things together, adding elements, setting up walls and reinforcing them.
Once he was finished, he smiled, stepping back to look at his work. "There we go! It's..." His face fell as he realized what he made. One of them was a gun designed to instantly induce sleep in any who was shot with it. The other? A large, boxlike structure. An oven. One big enough to roast an entire Mobian in it. He quickly checked over the specs he had made.
"Adjusts time and temperature for weight of the mmmm... the meat..." he said, trying to keep himself from drooling. "Keeps a DNA sample for later cloning, scans memories too... Repeat meals..." Tails could feel the threads of his sanity fraying. Why was he so hungry for Mobian meat? It was driving him nuts.
Although part of him was wondering why this was, though. He was a fox. Top of the food chain. And on top of that, he was brilliant. Why shouldn't he feast on the meat of others? They should be HAPPY to provide for him!
Elsewhere, Eggman chuckled as he finished putting that thought into Tails' head. Soon now...
Tails clutched at his head, screaming. "AAAGHH! I can't take this... If someone shows up now, they're doomed..." he said. "I've got to..."
There came a knocking on the door. Tails wiped away his drool, his hunger taking over as he quickly grabbed the sleep gun. "Come in!"
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