Timeline 3: (Past, Eight years before Present.)

"I scowl in hatred at the utterence of crrap that is my leg-hair. 'DANGITALL!' runs thru my head, 'And dang Catheline Canavagh for putting me through this crazy situation. I should be studying the art of Pablo Demico and drawing horrible sclupptures of actually beautiful men in my free time, not this annoyance.

Yet here I am and here I was forced to be, trying to comb the dang hairlets into submission, no sleep I was told, 'must'nt sleep this week or i'd lose control... sleep... must'nt sleep.' I recruited the haiku through my brain fifteen times, and plasteredone last attempt on the leg-hair to bring it under control with a toothbrush."

Toad's wide face came out from the concaved computer screen. Sonic frowned, he was looking over the monitor as the mushroom-kid scrolled through his document.. "Toad is that p0rn?" he asked, and the boy shot around. "WHAT?!" he asked, defensive. "Helk no SONIC! it's just!.." he scrambled to the computer and erased a few things, huskling back to the main page and exing it out. "Extravigent.. uh, Graphic romance!" he toothlee grinned at Sonic and Sonic frowned, he didn't believe him.

"Right.. Anywho Toad." he looked up, his hand falling from the back of Toad's armchair, his eyes scanned the ceiling above him, and the wind swept through the open doors rustling his quills. "I was just stopping by." he smiled grimly and doubtingly at the boy and spun around on his heel. "...I should go." he looked down, and then up, a new determination in his eyes, "I've got a kingdom to protect." in a flash of blue lightning and burst of cold air, the man was gone. Pictures fell from the walls, and Toads eyes went to the friction burn on the doorway beside his chair. "DANG YOU TOO SONIC!" he screamed, jumping to the ground and running outside, shaking 1 finger in the direction he thought he had gone. He ran plopped back into his seat and regretted it. He hoped to himself quite firmly that the dude culdn't hear him. He began to nibble on his bare fingers in a mix of fear and guilt.