Sonic walked into Tails's kitchen, where Tails was preparing some fine rice and chicken and sauce by Uncle Ben's (the rice was Basmati, from Pakistan, not some cheap-ass rice from Cambodia or some shit).
- Hey Tails, can I borrow your tonic that you use on your buttcheeks every evening? – he said.
- What do you plan to do with it? – asked Tails, while stiring the rice.
- I'm going on a date with that pink chick whose name I forgot. – Sonic responded. - I want my ass to shine like one of those golden rings that float around the whole world when I happen to run.
- Ok, just use it and don't forget to put it back!
- Yeah yeah, sure.
- I'm serious, Sonic. – said Tails, while adding the sauce to the chicken on the frying pan. – The last time I lent you something I was searching for it for a whole year, and then it turned out it was burried 10 kilometres underneath the ground on the Sahara desert.
- Oh shit, right. – said Sonic. – How did you even found it back then?
- God told me.
- Oh.
Tails was actually taking priest lessons, so he blessed Sonic with the power of all the gods he could name, and he got back to the cooking.
Sonic went to Tails bathroom, to take the tonic and smear it into his ass.
To be continued...