Her mallet left a crack in the grass where you stood, having just barely managed to get yourself out of harm’s way. ‘Go after the pink one,’ Robotnik said, ‘It’ll be a piece of cake.’

Yeah, and as she nearly takes your head off with that mallet, your belief in your superior starts to wane.

This was supposed to be some sidekick, some lovesick idiot that’d be useless!

“Just give up!” Amy shouts as she lifts her weapon once more, as she isn’t really a fan of needless violence.

“We can talk, y’know?!”