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It was during the time spent tracking Packbell between Robotroplis and the Great Jungle that Sonic and Tails had their little talk:

"I feel alone, Sonic. :::Looks down, drags tails, kicks a rock::: Like I don't belong here."

"What are you talking about?! About half of the Freedom Fighters are foxes!"

"I know, but how many have two tails? :::Points behind him::: I'm a freak, Sonic."

"You're 12 now, so I know what you're going through."

"You don't understand."

"But I do! Every pre-teen goes through this stage of self-depreciation."

":::Looks surprised::: What?!"

"You going through a phase where one special thing about you makes a bad impression on you, and you start to despise it. Some people don't get out of this phase, and become mentally-impaired, so to speak. Those who make it out don't worry about appearance, for they know it's not the most important thing. My phase was on my quills. :::Runs his fingers through his spines::: I hated them! They were too sharp, they were ugly in my eyes, and people found it easy to put rude remarks on my back. :::Sally sneaks up behind him and sticks a note saying 'Kick Me' in the back fin::: I tried to shave them off, but Uncle Chuck stopped me. I learned to like them. They were aerodynamically correct for my speed. They help me in turns. They become lethal weapons when I spun. But, most of all, I learned to think they made me handsome."

"They do!"

"See! What you have to do is think of the good things of those tails. :::Points to the twin brushes:::"

"Thanks, Sonic. But you don't sound like yourself! Are you sick?"

"Naah. Missions like these are like long bus trips. Everyone shows their dark side. Look over there! :::Notices note, rips it off::: Sal's become a major trickster. And Davey's writin' poetry. Bunnie's real tired. All the time! :::Bunnie yawns and leans on Antoine::: Antoine's acting cool. That's acting! You're growing up, and I'm getting wiser. We've all become our opposites. Don't worry, though. It'll wear off after the mission's over."

"Cool, Sonic. Thanks!"

That was when the team got E-Mailed by Uncle Chuck. It was tonight that they're gonna act, and they are to return to base for final instructions.

As Tails went, he called up one of the poems Davey transferred into his wrist computer:

Went into Cyberspace amped
Input to the max
I was going for total meltdown

Direct feed
No buffer
I charge like a hotline to God

Zipzip flash slickbright
chrome ripping through
the Matrix at supersonic speed

Neural feedback hit
Metabolic overload back in the Meatware
Fevered tissues aflame with data

I was burning
Liquid metal comet boiling
the data flow plume of binary stream

They could see me all
the way to Chiba City
All the way to orbit

Quicksilver tsunami of
thermonuclear wildfire
Never been anything like me

Keep Cyberjocks talking for years
I was it, man
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