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"Good evening everybody, welcome back to more Whose Line is it Anyways! On to the next game, Number of Words! This is for all four of you. You all are four desperadoes in the Wild West, when the law catches up to you. The trick to this game, you can each only speak in a certain number of words. Sonic, you must use two words, Shadow must use five, Tails, four words, and Kronic three words. So, take it away." Nightblaze finished, turning the scene over to the guys.
"Uh-Oh!" Sonic said.
"Yes, what is it…." Shadow said, then realized he left off a word. "Bob."
"What is it?" Kronic asked quizzically as Tails looked.
"IT IS THE LAW!" He screamed out.
"Calm, down there little one." Shadow said, making sure to use his fingers to count each word.
"I CAN'T CALM DOWN!" Tails said in a panicked voice.
"Stay calm Tails." Kronic piped in. "Start shooting now!" He said, pretending to get shot in the heart. He then fluttered up, mocking an angel. "Look, I'm dead!"
"Quickly, everyone, start to shoot!" Shadow yelled as they pulled out imaginary guns. Nightblaze buzzed the game over.
"Sorry, once Kronic died, the game was dead too!"
"Saying I was a good player?"
"No, I'm saying it couldn't get better!" Nightblaze said, to which Kronic mouthed fuck you. "We'll be back to more Whose Line, come one back and find out who the winner is!"