"I constantly tell Jet to go to bed, and yet here I am working on cars at 3 in the morning...Seems I've picked up a knack for projectile minerology inside of a glass house."

(No matter what you thought of Kyle Busch, you have to agree, 41 is way too early to go. RIP)

NEWS: Kyle Busch, one of the purest racing talents NASCAR has ever seen and winner of more national series races than any driver in history, has died after falling severely ill, NASCAR announced. Busch was hospitalized this week and never recovered. He was 41. www.nytimes.com/athletic/729...

"That's sad when you're so insufferable you piss off the telepathic vixen who can sense the good in anyone."

"..." "Go to bed, Jet."

"...Excuse me?"

"Another dream I remember having was me watching a Sonic Underground episode where the hedgehog and his siblings were out of focus and instead there was an armadillo looking for a girlfriend who travelled with Knuckles for a while until they had a falling out." --

"Well, sleep study went well, and I even had a colleague treat me to a dinner at a place usually well out of my price range, so that was fun."

"...I still haven't forgiven @jetthehawk.bsky.social for the complete butchering of a car he calls Slaps Undertrain."

"Eh, fair enough. S'pose the tranqs in his drink would have you gunnin' for me too. I dunno how I'm going to get the kid to sleep. He goes out trying to cause chaos like that, he could hurt someone that wasn't on his list."

"Right, should've figured you had an immunity to tranqs..." He said, sighing, "Wonder if I could borrow Wave's wrench and surprise attack Jet with it just to get him to sleep...Nah, he'd want to wring my neck when he woke up."

"Pretty sure one purpose of sleep studies is to find out *why* people can't sleep." "Though if it really is just stubborness, maybe I oughta just put tranquilizers in your drinks the next time you two visit me in one of my safehouses just so you can finally get some sleep." Renault shakes his head

"...I swear, Jet, if you weren't wanted in at least half the planet, I'd drag your ass to my sleep doctor by the tail feathers for a sleep study."

(What could possibly go wrong?)

"And of course, as soon as Majima rolls up to that fucking Crossworlds Grand Prix, they change the rules again to make races even more reliant on the Random Number Gods that are their bullshit items."

"I dunno, a dog just rolled up in my garage for a checkup on their car." "And I don't mean an anthro Mobian dog either."

"...Jet. How 'bout you stick to letting Storm do the cooking?"

"Remember, this'll be your car if you try to prank me by lying your ass off and then gaslighting me when I get skeptical. Don't cross me, assholes."

"I swear to God, if I become the victim of any stupid pranks over the next two days, I will crash a car into the nearest Dairy Queen." "No reason, just fuck how expensive the Blizzards are."

"Just caught a glimpse of the rule changes to that racing event the Rogues have been in." "Good Gods, no wonder they're considered incompetent buffoons, the only times they're allowed to race is when the races are deliberately rigged against them."

(Oh, sweet, so I'm not the only one that watches Ashens)

(( Lmao over on my server we're all just discussing the idea of Majima getting in his pirate garb to pretend he's "always been the 4th member of the Babylon Rogues" and it just being an elaborate trick to fuck with Sonic. )) (( Majima rolls with it just because he respects the hustle. ))

"Uhm...excuse me sir, madam, or other?"

"Oddly enough, I don't even think a bunch of bipedal multicolored talking animals is *close* to the weirdest shit he's ever seen."

OOC: My fellow netizens, I come to you with a heartfelt apology. As of today, it has been 35 years since I committed a terrible, horrible, unforgivable crime against humanity and everything you all stand for. I was born. And for that, I'm sorry.

Renault was walking down the street, wearing his Phantom Rogue outfit. He had no plans to commit any heists tonight, but the purpose of being out was his weekly patrol and recon in case he needed to plan one later. The sound of sirens made his eyes widen, looking behind him as they got closer. --

"So, I heard Jet, Wave, and Storm took a little vacation to a place called New Amsterdam to help a local skater gang called the Bomb Rush Crew take over the city purely so they could beat the tar out of the local PD." "I hope they had fun."

(( I got distracted again. )) (( But in my defense it was me finally getting around to playing Bomb Rush Cyberfunk. )) (( Little did I know modding in Jet would actually give me the most real vision of "jet vs a dozen cops" that I dream up in my mind holy shit even the COMBAT is good in this. ))

"I've only had 3 and a half hours of sleep tonight...Is this what Jet feels like every morning?"

"Oh, Gods, Jet is doing the Legends Competition that forbids Ultimate Charge...you know what that means..."

"...The fuck you mean Honey the Cat is connected to that highway that Jet likes to race on?!"

Renault would walk up to a bunch of kids. "Excuse me, the garage is closed for the night. Y'all need to leave." The teens started snickering before one of them piped up. "Hey, sorry 'bout that man, what are the hours again?" Renault sighs. "Our hours are Monday through Saturday from 6 AM to --

"Just coming in for my...I guess sorta-irregular check up?" "...Yup, everything seems to be in order, I'll just go pass out while reading TV Tropes."

"...Uh, apparently I came at a bad time. I'm just...gonna...go." Renault was this close to jumping out of the zeppelin mid-flight again, though this time out of awkwardness.

"Well, let's see what Epic Games Store has for free today..." >Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night free for 24 hours "...Oh fuck the hell yes."

Renault was taking a walk in the city when he noticed a poster, reading it half-aloud. "Mumble mumble vehicular combat mumble mumble any wish granted...Pfeh, I feel sorry for the suckers who fall for this bullshit." "Let's say a wish does get granted, who's to say it won't bite you in the ass?"

"..." Renault's browsing a popular online shopping website for soldering irons.

Renault would check his mail, finding a letter from his benefactors. He opens the letter and grins as he sees they're raising their funding starting the next month.

"I swear, the more EXE's I see running around, the more I wanna stab someone in the knees with a soldering iron." "I'd be like stabby stab stab, how you like that shit."

(Made a crappy Fallout NV edit for @weerdough.bsky.social's stream)

"Back from the Doctor's..." "Thankfully Dr. Aquene didn't act creepy or psycho on me again."

"...Why the hell did we need to know that?"

"...No Twitch, just because I watch Jet stream himself in the Crossworlds Grand Prix doesn't mean I want to watch a stream of the Grand Prix from...TightPanties?!" "What the fu-- Who names themselves that?!"

Renault stands on the roof of Cardinal Motors and clears his throat before speaking into a megaphone. "Attention Metal City. Knuckles calls himself a treasure hunter, but the only treasure he hunts is the treasure of Ima Weener. That is all."

"While running my errands yesterday, I *may* have slipped into the zeppelin while it was docked and swiped a couple of Storm's Chicken Fajita Burritoes he kept in the freezer for emergencies and a bottle of soda from the fridge." "I mean, I left $10 on the counter to pay for it, but still."

"Jet. Down, boy. Do not the civilian airplane."

"Don't forget overpricing the shit out of everything because fuck it, people will buy it anyway."

How it started: Renault scoffed. "Hmph, if you genuinely think Sonic's that much of a 'hero', then I've got a bridge to sell you." How it went: Renault scanned the chasm using the scouter of his comms device. "Yeah, I think the bridge can span this. You'll have to connect the ends with it yourself"

"...Why the hell is Dr. Aquene posting horny on main?"