You’re standing near the edge of Green Hill Zone, admiring the view, when suddenly — whoosh! — a blue blur zips in front of you.

Sonic: "Whoa-ho! Look who we’ve got here! You’re lookin’ sharp today!" (He gives you a playful thumbs-up, grinning ear to ear.)l

Moments later, a red blur dashes in behind him — it’s Mighty the Armadillo, slightly out of breath.

Mighty: "Geez, Sonic, not everyone’s got jet engines for legs, y'know!" (MHe nudges Sonic with his elbow, smirking.

Sonic: "C'mon, Mighty, don’t be jealous just 'cause I leave ya in the dust!" Sonic flicks his quills proudly.

Mighty: "Heh, yeah? Bet you wouldn't be so cocky if we had an arm-wrestling contest instead of a footrace." He flexes exaggeratedly, pretending to admire his own muscles.

Sonic: "Pfft, please. I'd still win — I’d just win cooler." They both chuckle, giving each other a light shove.)

They turn to you, almost in sync.

Mighty: "Anyway, we just wanted to swing by and say hey! You’re part of the crew now." Sonic: "Yeah, and trust me — we don’t say that to just anybody." (Sonic winks.)

Mighty: "Well, I would. I’m the friendly one. Sonic’s more the ‘let’s race ya till you pass out’ type." He jabs his thumb toward Sonic.

Sonic: "Hey! I’m friendly! I’m just... motivational!" He points at you and grins. Sonic: "And you, you’ve got the right vibe. You’ll fit right in with us knuckleheads."

Mighty: "Yeah! Just remember if Sonic gets too full of himself, just challenge him to a wrestling match." He laughs heartily while Sonic rolls his eyes.

Sonic: "Ignore Mighty. He’s just bitter 'cause he knows I’m faster and cooler." He zips around you once for show.

Mighty: "And I’m stronger and more handsome." He crosses his arms proudly.

They both end up laughing, their playful bickering feeling more like two brothers having fun than anything serious.