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"After a little bit of work done... A coffee break shall do!"
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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 23

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Robotnik sat alone in his laboratory, surrounded by his futuristic array of technology. With a swift motion, he lifted his headphones up high and then brought them down to cover his ears. He glanced at the impressive displays in front of him, tapping and clicking on the screens to set up his experiments. As an old yet catchy song began to play, Robotnik couldn't resist the urge to move. Twisting the stretchable screen around, Robotnik spun in his chair, his arms flinging wide in time with the beats of the music. He closed his eyes, lost in the rhythm, as the melody harmonized fluently with the hum of his machinery. Despite the serious work he was conducting, the music brought a sense of joy to his solitary lab. Continuing with his experiments, Robotnik's movements became more animated as the album progressed. At one point, a robot hand extended towards him, offering the two different colored quills. With a cheeky grin, Robotnik accepted them, his excitement evident in his eyes as he considered the possibilities they held for his research.

"I like the way you smile at me..."

Robotnik pushed his chair back with a swift motion, moving towards a keyboard laid out on a nearby desk. With purposeful strokes, he pressed a sequence of keys, causing the display in front of him to flash with a burst of light. As the singer's voice continued to fill his ears, Robotnik's focus intensified, his mind fully immersed in the task at hand. Each keystroke was deliberate, each command executed with precision as he navigated through the complex interface of his machinery. In this moment, he was completely absorbed in his work, his surroundings fading away as he delved deeper into his experiments.

"I felt the heat that enveloped me..."

Dr. Robotnik carefully handled the (F/C) and blue quills, each one strapped separately with wires and dragon clips. With meticulous precision, he ensured that the clips were securely fastened to the ends of both quills, his fingers moving deftly as he made the necessary connections. The wires snaked across the surface of his workstation, forming a complex network that would channel the energy from the quills into his experiments. As he worked, a faint grin played across his lips, anticipation building for the results of his latest endeavor.

"And what I saw, I liked to see..."

As Dr. Robotnik's gaze drifted from the bustling array of inventions surrounding him, his attention became singularly focused on the two quills before him: one a vibrant shade of (F/C), the other a brilliant blue. With a sense of purpose, he reached out, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation, and delicately grasped each quill with a wire, their delicate tips shimmering in the dim light of the laboratory. The atmosphere in the room seemed to thicken with tension as Robotnik meticulously positioned the wires, his movements deliberate and precise. Every detail of the experiment was carefully orchestrated, from the angle of the wires to the placement of the quills, as if he were conducting a symphony of science. With a steady hand and unwavering determination, Robotnik made the final connection, clipping the other end of the wires to the quills with a definitive click. The moment hung in the air, pregnant with anticipation, as the scientist prepared to unleash the power of his creation upon the world.