Feh! If you think I'm going to let some oafish turtle order me, the Great Doctor Eggman, around, then you've got another thing coming. Minions, man the battle stations!

Yes, doctor!

[Naturally, the robots scramble to their chairs and start furiously typing on their keyboards. Once finished, they give their master the signal.]

Now, fire the missiles! I'll make turtle soup out of this neanderthal!

[At his command, the silos for the missile open up. Merely seconds later, they fire at a breakneck speed straight for Bowser's main airship.]