Eggman didn't know why he bothered sometimes. His plans against Sonic never worked. That rancid hedgehog or one of his friends came in and blew up his stuff every time, leaving him charred and bruised...
He caught sight of himself in a mirror, and scowled. His skin was now a bright, sunburned red, and his mustache was completely burned away, leaving only a bit of peachfuzz underneath his nose.
"Stupid hedgehog," he muttered. "Hate him so much."
At least he doesn't have to make a new outfit this time. He could get by with just washing this one. He shook his head, and realized he could smell something delicious. "...Did my supplies get attacked?" he asked, wandering around until he found the source of the smell.
It was one of his cyborg soldiers, dead. A sheep, judging by the presence of wool still stuck to his skin. Yanking the Mobian's helmet off, Eggman stared, realizing that the delicious smell was coming from the dead Mobian.
He didn't realize he was drooling until a fleck of spittle dripped down onto the Mobian.
Slurping it up, he studied the Mobian. "...Perfectly cooked," he realized softly. He picked up a nearby device, checking the corpse's temperature. "...Slightly cooled with the fires dying out, but still..."
Hesitant, a little stunned that he's actually doing this, he reached down and tore some meat off of the cyborg's arm, putting the mutton into his mouth and starting to chew.
He felt as if he was getting a revelation from God. The flavor was incredible. The perfect lamb dish. His stomach rumbled, and he began to ravenously devour every last bit of meat on the cyborg, each bite a delicious surge of flavor he couldn't get enough of. Before he knew it, the sheep was completely stripped of meat, leaving only metal and robotic parts that he was licking the grease off of.
Eggman, realizing he was out of meat, tossed the body down. He panted heavily, clutching his bloated belly and belching, licking his lips. "Delicious... absolutely delicious..."
Mobians were delicious. And he wanted more. He was starved for it. And the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Humans hunted and ate animals before Mobians came along. And as one of the only humans on this planet, it was his right to hunt and eat them...
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