"..."

Forte was struck speechless, for just a moment. Not because he didn't know an answer, of course not, but his eyes conveyed his rage while he struggled to find words for it.

"Of course I'm the strongest! It's. Who. I. Am! I'm stronger than him, no matter how many times he beat me! He's just a worthless, goody-two-shoes midget in blue! He thinks he's so much better than me he doesn't need to fight, but he's just scared that I'll finally defeat him! But I'll show all of you I'm not just some inferior copy, I'm better in every way! And once I do, you'll finally shut up about me not being as good as him or as strong as him! I'm not going to be Wily's robot, or Rock Man's copy, I'll be Forte, the strongest! They'll all have to measure up against me!"

As Forte was screaming at the doctor, he finally tried to leap up, off of the chair. As soon as he did, the wound at his side nearly tore and stopped him short. Fortunately, his arms were still holding the crutches, and what might have resulted in the boy collapsing on the floor merely had him slumping on his crutch to the right then falling back to the chair, still red-faced and out of breath with anger.