*Flash is definitely feeling a bit overwhelmed here. And more than a bit upset about Metal, though he's trying to hide it.* How the hell could somebody not know who we are? We were all over the damn news as Lord Wily's killing machines. That's all they ever called us...

*Quick sighs.* I'm not sure of how to put this, but we found a place called the Nexus. It connects our universe with others. Including some where we don't exist. I've even met alternate versions of some of us.

*At this point, Crash decides to be quiet and doesn't point out that Flash did what he told him to stop again. Quick is going to be better at explaining this mess.*

*Air sighs.* Sorry about that. I'm kind of used to it by now, and don't really think that much about the sharp parts. *He goes back over to the chair, ready to see the mess of things needing fixed.*