It was a fine afternoon in Detroit. The birds were singing, the kids were playing, and the monkey-people were being monkey-people.
Sonic was at the park, waiting for the annual Emo picnic to start. He was waiting and waiting but nobody came. He was about to leave when he saw a black man. Before you could say "allah is great" Sonic had already killed the monkey-man. People started clapping at the brave young hedgeheg and the mayor gave Sonic a medal for fulfilling his civil duty. They made a parade with Sonic themed floats like the autists they were.
Sonic was not a big parade person. He had very little patience for spergs, which was very unfortunate because it seemed like wherever he went retards followed. He was about to shit himself when a mexican woman approached him.
The women had ugly brown eyes, shit colored hair, acne galore because Mexicans can't afford acne cream, and a big ass nose. "Hola señor usted quiere mota?" the subhuman said. Sonic shot her for being an illegal immigrant and searched her body for information on where more sandniggers could be found. (authors note:u know the thing about mexicans, they always travel in 20+ person groups because their grandparents were too stupid to use condoms) All he found was a shitty cell phone, a half eaten taco, and a bag of weed. "Oh shit free weed! That's all the spics are good for!" Sonic exclaimed. In 10 seconds flat he made a blunt out of the mexican woman's bra. (Like all young mexicans she was flat and didn't need it in the first place) "oh man this shit is cash" Sonic muttered, stoned off his balls.
Later that day he was diagnosed with lung cancer. Sonic held out for 2 years before passing away.