I see you pushed your way through all those Mavericks to get a special front row seat to watch me perform. That’s pretty Mega of you, Mega Man Model A! I am Vulturon the Condoroid—virtuoso of the scrapyard stage, maestro of mayhem, and your headliner for tonight’s requiem! These broken machines? My choir. This battlefield? My concert hall. And you? Just another fan begging for an encore. So sit back, scream loud, and let the final act begin!