With a puff of smoke and a few small explosions, Eggman was defeated again. His ship did its trademark 180 degree flip and took off into the horizon, presumably accompanied by the sounds of the bald man swearing profusely in anger.

"Great job, Sonic!" yelled Tails, as he came down from his little hiding spot in the sky (He liked to pretend he was doing things during the battle, but he mostly just stowed away in the distance, hoping Sonic wouldn't notice he doesn't really do much except fix planes and shit).

Sonic grinned as he gave his trademark thumbs up. He was feeling that rush he always felt after a dangerous day, his favorite feeling in the world. The feeling that he could do anything - that he was unstoppable.

"Let's head back to the base and crack open a couple for a job well done, eh Tails?" he replied with a smirk.

"Race you there!" Tails yelled, speeding off.

Pfft, yeah... like that fuckin' scrub could win. GG no re get gud, thought Sonic. Well, he didn't really think that, but something like that which was less like a 14-year old playing LoL. Y'know, more Sonic-y.

Sonic gave him a head start longer than he gives to his grandmother before taking off in pursuit. He always made these races close so Tails wouldn't blow his brains all over the side of that lame plane of his, cuz y'know, it could happen if Sonic wasn't careful. Kid had an ego of glass.

Sonic was halfway back to the base when he felt his rush coming down. Shit, he thought, already!?

He stopped for a moment to pull the tightly rolled ziploc of drugs he had stuffed in his asshole out.

You're probably saying "what the fuck..." right about now. "What the fuck is this fanfic I should just end myself," or something like that. But hold up... I can explain.

You see, Sonic wasn't always on drugs. He used to be a carefree, happy little ball of speed. Until the others showed up. First was Tails, the little ball of energy the kid was back then (and still now). Just to keep up with the little fucker Sonic started to take a little hit of cocaine every once in a while. Just to get him going.

But it didn't stop there. To keep up with his new friend Knuckles' aggression he started on that PCP shit. When Shadow showed up and was kicking his ass at being the coolest, he started doing speed.

Amy - ativan, to keep from gouging out his ears.

Silver - crystal meth, because WTF was Sega thinking with that psychic time travel interdimensional bullshit.

Anyways, you get the picture. So after snorting and injecting a copious amount of drugs, Sonic took off in a drug fuelled hurry and caught up with Tails - literally faster than you can say: "Anyways, you get the picture. So after snorting and injecting a copious amount of drugs, Sonic took off in a drug fuelled hurry and caught up with Tails - literally faster than you can say"

AN: What the fuck is this fanfiction. I'm gonna go end myself because I don't have a plot for this and its already too goddamn ridiculous.

Sonic replied (yes, to the author's note): "What the fuck!? You can't just end it there you dumb piece of shit! It was just getting *sniiffff* GOOD WHOOO BABY I'M HIGH"

AN: Alright, alright. I'll think of a story and continue this shit some other time because I have no idea where the fuck this is going right now. Motivate my vain ass with some good reviews and I might write some more if you're lucky (well, unlucky cuz this shit is pure trash).

Also, blah blah blah fiction, don't do drugs kids, yeah yeah.