The Sniffer ran. And he ran. And he ran until there was nowhere else to run. He had reached the end. There was no more. But, just as the Sniffer thought he was alone, he had a feeling that there was someone right behind him. He turned, slowly, so as to not shit himself if it was spooky nawmsayin. As he turned he pondered whether it was the man from dwelling he had broken into back for revenge. He believed that his trusty companion, Seamus Magee, had been captured and was probably suffering the most agonizing torture. Having anal screwdrivers stuck in his peehole. He had always wished this to happen, as this man had followed the Sniffer everywhere he went and he began to get the heebie-jeebies. And as the Sniffer's rotation was coming to an end. He looked out at the wasteland he was in, and thought... this is good.
but then it was sonic and they fucked the end
