Upon first seeing the infamous lifeguard pair's fleetfooted-as-always entry into the view directly in front of them, Amy and Rouge initially present their usual confident, prideful haughtiness as they begin to be confronted by Carmelita and Gadget, holding themselves back from expressing the actual anxious fear which has immediately arisen within them, as it does with nearly all girls whenever talking to the Rubout Brigade agents who could at the drop of a hat exercise their license to kinkily kill against them with effective impunity, and is particularly strong in this particular case seeing as the lethal pageant stars very much do genuinely deserve to be sunscreen lotioned, and are self-aware of as much.
"Hey there, lifeguards…" Amy begins with seeming casual disinterest, "what's up?"
"Yes, ladies, what do you need of us?" Rouge adds. "We're rather busy as always, and imagine the same surely goes for you with your duties…"
"Well first of all, a we have a question for you two," Gadget announces in an also apparently casual-sounding tone that doesn't seem indicative of any lotioning about to commence, "and it's actually a very important one that could help us a lot with the continued purification of the beach population around here."
"Indeed, please do tell us, girls:" Carmelita then poses the question itself, "who would you say you consider the most wicked known women on these beaches who still have yet to face our agency's highly-effective justice? Might you be aware of any specific names that could be of relevance to prioritize compiling cases for their execution?"
"Oh really, now?" Rouge replies. "Hmm, well, that one bunny chick - I can't recall her name right now - always has seemed suspicious if you ask me, but to be honest, ladies, I don't think I can think of any specific girls who deserve - that is, really, really deserve - to be lotioned outside of those you've already given their hot comeuppance… Lovely jobs with doing so, by the way."
"Yeah, come to think of it," Amy faux-surmises, "I'd say that more and more of the most dominant and dangerous-seeming local girls have seemingly been meeting their sexy ends with a vengeance lately, and at this time there probably aren't very many left currently active. If I were you, I'd ease up on the campaigning for a while; save that energy for later on, when a whole new wave of bad girls has started emerging, you know what I mean?"
The pink vixen's reference to a recent influx of deaths among the perceived elite women of the beach scene is in fact related to the casualties of her and Rouge's own underground beauty pageant victories, most of which were, again, made possible through cheating and social manipulation.
"Well," Carmelita starts back up again, "we for one had a particular couple in mind that we wanted to look into, and figured that you two would be by far the most knowledgeable information contacts regarding them."
"Yeah," Gadget affirms, "we actually have reason to believe that these certain girls might very well be responsible for the most disturbance, mayhem and loss of innocent life among any in our society. Should that be true, we'll definitely want to give them the ending they deserve with a vengeance, but again, we also want to be sure we have the right gals pinned here before taking lethal action, let alone with extra brutality."
"That sounds like a worthy cause, I suppose." Amy comments.
"Yes, and so," Rouge then asks, "who are these supposed villainesses and what specifically have they supposedly been responsible for? Do you yourselves have any names to go after?"
"Names? Oh yeah," Gadget confirms, "we have their names, alright. And as for their crimes, all leads point to them having blackmailed, bribed and cheated their way to the topmost tier of beach babe celebrity since some time ago, and ever since been continuing to protect their own ill-begotten status by similar illicit means, and worse ones, too."
"Our sources are even telling us," Carmelita elaborates, "that these fiendish femme fatales have established a name for themselves within circuits of deadly underground competitions based on cheating, with dozens of far-less-deserving hotties having been unfairly snuffed as a result of their manipulations."
Amy and Rouge are all but petrified, and now struggling very hard to keep up a facade of calmness as opposed to their truly terrified sensibilities at where this is going.
Several seconds pass with nothing being said.
"…Well then," Rouge attempts to end the conversation, "I guess I can wish you good luck with taking those lying ladies down, whoever they may be…"
"…Yeah, and so then," Amy says to the same end, "we'll just be going on our way now…"
With Amy initiating an effort to walk away at this point, she is quickly halted - grabbed by the arm - by the stern grip of Carmelita, while Gadget, observing this, admonishes the feisty, now-panicking cutie's interrupted intended abandonment of the escalating confrontation with an exclamation of "Hey, not so fast, now, babe!"
"Yes," the fox goes on to ask with renewed fixation on the glamorous queenpin and her hot accomplice, "wouldn't you like to know the names of our suspects?"
"Uh, not… we're not particularly interested, no…" Rouge weakly tries to decline this offer of information which she all but knows by now will be leading directly into her suntan lotioning along with the same fate being concurrently inflicted upon Amy.
"Well, if you're not interested," Gadget giggles in dismissal of this notion, "then that's just too bad, because you'll very much need to know; you'll find it's very pertinent to you specifically given what's about to be happening!"
"Indeed, the suspected villainesses in need of comprehensive massages," Carmelita now announces in the inevitable moment of truth, "are none other than you specifically: Rouge and Amy Rose!"
Both busted beauties now gasping out in horror, Amy immediately exerts all the strength she can summon in an effort to break free of Carmelita's grip upon her arm, failing miserably as she is instead reeled in even closer by her imminent executioness, getting squeezed up against her chest with her own terrified face being stared down at by hers of utter dominance.
Meanwhile, Rouge's attempt to straight-up run away is quickly thwarted with a tackle by Gadget, which incidentally leaves the mouse masseuse sat up on top of the bitchy bat in a positioning very much appropriate to be maintained for the proceeding suntan lotioning that the latter girl is about to receive at the hands of the former.
"No… wait, lifeguards… please!" Rouge cries out begging as she sees the lotion already being equipped and prepared for both herself and her partner by either Rubout agent. "We need to talk about this!"
"Yeah…" Amy tries to support this notion for however much that is worth coming from both of them in agreement, which is no worth whatsoever to those who are now rightfully condemning them to the sexy demise they should have faced a very long time ago. "There surely must be more to say before you jump to such conclusive actions! We have our rights, don't we?"
"Not anymore, you don't!" Carmelita corrects her victim while continuing to lay her down into position to be rubbed out. "You are guilty on a level wholly beyond that of merely deserving to be suntan lotioned: you very much don't deserve it, on account of instead deserving a far more hideously violent end!"
"That's right:" Gadget enforces this judgment, "after everything you two absolute sluts have done for so long - all the unabashed crimes you've repeatedly committed, with other, often objectively more beautiful, girls ending up snuffed out as collateral - you should be thanking us for letting you get finished up with beauty-affirming lotionings at all; you truly do deserve so, so much worse!"
"Yes, and thusly," Carmelita announces, announcing the official sentence, "do you, Amy Rose, or you, Rouge, have any final statements to make for yourselves before we carry out your shared punishment, that of the sunscreen lotion death penalty to be applied to the utmost unbridledly, comprehensively agonizing degree of inflicted suffering possible?"
"Well, what… what would you want us to even say?" Amy questions this offer.
"Ye lifeguards, what can we say or do to improve our standing in this?" Rouge presses the same notion, sincerely believing in her vanity that there exists even the most remote possibility of their condemnation being softened.
"Nothing: nothing you can say or do will earn you a shred of mercy!" Gadget shuts down the defeated villainess couple's final perceived hope of being granted such in any form. "You're going to cry in vain as you watch your tanned, convulsing bodies spasm out of control into oblivion, choking on your dying breaths with the knowledge that the full extents of your crimes will be revealed to all, and your humiliated carcasses publicly subjected from now to the end of time to the most severe indignities permitted within the Rubout Brigade's practices!"
"In other words, ladies," Carmelita summarizes the ultimate judgment as she begins Amy's massage proper while Gadget initiates the same treatment for Rouge, "you are absolutely, positively, two hundred percent fucked!"