And I'd be forever vexed at the idea that I was never able to defeat you.

No, Sonic. When you die, it won't be because of your rash actions. It won't be because of some freak accident. Nature will not claim you.

It will all be orchestrated by my hand. Your demise, the lead up, every facet of your downfall will be plotted to the finest detail.

Annihilating you will be like building a watch. With precision movements and hundreds of intricate. Imperceptible. Parts.

One that I will hold and control and wind oh so carefully until the hands reach midnight and your time is up.