- My grandfather was a fairly good example. Professor Gerald Robotnik. You know, responsible for quite a few advancements at the time, including building the Space Colony ARK.
- I wouldn't call it saving the world, per se, but I doubt it gets boring for him. He feels I'm wrong, I feel I'm not, that's why he does it. Boredom doesn't apply. If I kept trying the exact same thing, it'd be boring, but I do try new ideas at times.
- I... very much doubt it.
A person who is sarcastic in most situations. And a bit of a bastard. I'll be fair there - I want to take over the world. You have to be a bit of a bastard to do that. Even if my goals are good.
- At times, it gets immensely depressing.
- Good engineer, though not on my level. Knows his stuff. If he weren't best friends with Sonic, we might even get along. Sadly, he's helped scuttle a few too many of my plans, so at present, he's an obstacle.
- Pure tripe I made up at the time. I'm not going to tell people how I build things, that'd be thick.
- Sonic only bothers me when I set another scheme in motion. In between schemes we leave one another be. Sonic knows that he can't capture me, and I know I can't capture Sonic unless I've got a bloody good scheme on, and even then it usually fails. We might play out the tired old hero vs. villain story, but after being at it so long, we know one another. Call it professional courtesy.
Mind you, that's not to say I never considered retiring. I just don't want to.
- Mostly because that entire Eggmobile setup was an utter dud. The refined chemicals I was supposed to dump on Sonic turned out to counterbalance eachother. The result was that I basically threw water on the Hedgehog. Yeah, very threatening.
- Because it's a bit hard to spam if there's no way to... you know, spam something?
- I have many catchphrases. "Get a load of this" was one SEGA copied over a little too faithfully. "Time for a change of pace" works fairly well for the two-tiered Egg Dragoon II, and so on and so forth.
Sorry, my armada's usually tied up either not being abused for silly notions or being destroyed by Sonic. It's pretty much a full-time occupation for them. Thank god most of my mechs aren't gifted with nigh-sentient AI.
- He started out a poor shoeshine boy in Glasgow, Scotland. His first job led to him getting a dime from the US, useless to him at the time. It inspired him and led to him deciding he'd make his way into wealth, do it square, and be sharper than the tricksters. That's his famous Nr. 1 Dime. Fast-forward through several trips around the world until we end up in the Gold Rush days in the Klondike. Scrooge dug up the Goose Egg Nugget there, one of the purest, biggest gold nuggets found at the time. His determination there finally paid off, and he scraped together over a million dollars through his claim there. He eventually bought the bank there and started up business. The result - more wealth. He still traveled all over the world, but made more and more money, either by business ventures or ancient treasures.
Eventually, he became the richest duck in the world.
What? I like the comics. I can give a lengthier summary, but I might as well just tell you to buy the comics.
- I fund my research, mostly through the coorporations that I've got running. Another example of the sublime idiocy of most people. Seriously, how the hell do they not expect EggCorp to belong to me?
- Perhaps at some point. Teleportation tech is still rudimentary at best. You'd arrive possibly causing nuclear fusion. You wouldn't be history, you'd be geography.
- Frankly, I wouldn't consider kicking a pill into someone's face high-quality medical practice, but hey, if it works for him...
- Well, in fairness, Sonic's not an idiot, and most of his friends aren't either. Please note that I said 'most'. Knuckles and Big definitely qualify for the idiot label, and they're not the only ones. And no, I don't get bored. Annoyed that they always stand in my way, yes. Bored, no.
- "Vote for me, or I'll take over anyway!"
- I have no idea why it would be a problem.
- Once or twice. My amusement park in the Colours scheme was essentially a giant mind control ray. Of course, things didn't work out.