Brandon 3 looked on at the robot, tapping his fingers idly against the ground. How was he supposed to square off against an Eggman robot, without any weapons?
"Wait a moment," Brandon muttered to himself, glancing down at his hands. The digits of his four fingered gloves had changed, each now ending in a sharp point. "These are sort of like Knuckles', well, knuckles. I bet I can fight the robot in a similar fashion."
With a new, if somewhat simplistic, plan in mind, Brandon leaped from the pushes, determined to retrieve the piece of the master emerald.
Brandon 4's attempts to remember were disturbed when a flash of light appeared right next to him. Glancing over, he saw the shopkeeper lying next to him, a black glove on on hand.
"You're the guy from the shop!" Brandon exclaimed, unaware as his head began growing to cartoonish proportions. "Do you know what's going on?"
"Um... no," the shopkeeper lied, struggling to his feet.
"Huh. Too bad. Well, we're in some sort of space station. Any ideas on how to get off?"
The shopkeeper opened his mouth to speak, but was almost relieved when several robots came crashing into the room.
"Oh boy, these guys again? Come on mister, we got to run!" Brandon shouted, taking off at a breakneck speed.
Brandon 2 opened up the panel for the deciphering machine, now armed with Tails' toolbox. He was oblivious to the spread of the orange fur on his head, and to the sprouting of white fur on his chest and the lower half of his face. "Hm... let's see what we have here..." he muttered to himself, pulling out a wrench and screwdriver from the toolbox.
