"Hey Snowball, we have a visitor," Tattoo called from where he was reading the day's newspaper. Hopping down his staircase with a robe draped over his shoulders, Snowball murmured, "You mean yourself? Seriously dude, there's something called knocking on a door." Arriving to his kitchen, the white rabbit almost had a full blown heart attack when he saw who was in there.

"Oops, guess I should've knocked," Ozone teased. Taking a bite out of an apple he had taken from the refrigerator, he jokingly tapped on the wall with a closed fist before asking, "Can I come in?"

"Dude, how the heck did you get inside my home?!" Snowball exclaimed, putting up his own fists. Ozone did nothing more than take another bite of the apple he held in his paw. It was Tattoo who answered, "I let him in!"

"Why would you do that?!"

"He threatened to blow my brains out!"

"Very true, I did do that," Ozone remarked. Throwing out the apple core, he leaned back against the counter while he pulled out a knife from the vest he was wearing. Snowball quickly set his paws on fire while he got into a fighting stance. However, the hairless cat merely twirled the knife playfully in his paw. "Nice boxers by the way," he complimented, noticing the red hearts on a white background.

Straightening up, Snowball kept one fist on fire as he demanded, "What do you want? I'm pretty sure you didn't come here to take my food and laugh at my style of clothing."

"That was your style?" Ozone questioned.

"Answer the question stupid!"

"Harsh..."

"NOW."

"Plato wants to talk with you."

"What, at his office or-"

"Right here will be fine," Plato's voice spoke as the bloodhound entered the penthouse.