Hey. I'm doing the request of Marie the Hedgecat. He/She wasn't the first to review, but the first to request. So yeah. Oh, and...Somebody requested Big the Cat. Yeah, um...I've only deafeted SA2B, so I know very little about the other characters. My sister and neice destroyed my Sonic Heroes game, and I haven't played any others. I might do him, Cream, etc. if nobody else has a different request, but...I'd probably mess up a lot of facts and junk. And I know nothing about Espio, Vector, or Charmy. Don't ask. I might be able to google them though...

Talk Show #4

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Announcer: "Weeellcooome Baaaaaack, Rrrreaders! This is LonelyArtist's Talk Show! Where you never know what's gonna happen next! In today's episode: Amy the Hedgehog! What's her job? Why is she obsessed with Sonic? Why is her hair pink? That and more on today's episode! Now, please give a round of applause for your host, LonelyArtist!"

((applause))

LonelyArtist walks on stage, and plops down on her desk. She looks at the audience with bloodshot eyes. "Please..." she groans. "Don't applaud so loud. I have a major headache." The applause dies down. LonelyArtist pops a pill into her mouth and looks up. "As you know, I had gone...mentally ill...last episode. I'm still a little sensitive, and I've named the voice in my head Ben. So bear with me. Anyway, before we begin, the regular announcements: I'm insanely tired, and I'm addicted to the medication Coke48kenshin gave me. Anyway. Do you all want a woman on this show?"

((mutterings and a few hoo-hahs))

"Well then welcome our guest of honor, Amy Rose! Oh! But please. Keep it down to a dull roar," she added quickly.

((little applause))

L.A. pops another pill into her mouth as the pink wonder walks on from stage right. She sits delicately into the armchair.

L.A. looks at her and speaks. "So, Amy..."

"Yes?"

"I understand you're only about a year younger than I, correct?"

"Um...sure."

"Cool. I was just wondering. Anyway. Next question. What exactly do you do with Sonic and the gang?"

Amy tilted her head to one side. "Come again?"

"You know...Why are you there?" L.A. said.

Amy smiled. "Oh! I help them."

L.A. looks at the camera with distaste. She pops another pill into her mouth before continuing. "Alright...Next question. Can you be a bit more specific?"

Amy giggles. "Okay. I do things such as simple fighting, which can come in handy, mind you. Like one time, I fired a spitball into a robot's circuitry system. Which was a good thing, because Sonic had tripped, the clumsy clutz, and the robot was right there! So, I thought, geez! Don't robots run on electronics? And I figured, one of two things can bring electricity down. Water, or, like, paper or some other insulator that doesn't conduct electricity. But since I couldn't remember if both worked, or just one, I figured, why not a spitball? It contains both. And just my luck I was sitting at a cafe that Sonic had brought me to, he's such a darling, and there was a straw and napkin right in front of me! It was so simple! But then the spitball wouldn't fit in the straw, so I just threw it. Then Sonic bought me some hand sanitizer, he was so grateful. Or at least I think he was. He could have just not wanted my germs on his hand when we held hands. He never did try to hold my hand though, he must be really paranoid of germs. Oh! And I also give optimistic talks behind the scenes! Like once, Tails couldn't think of an invention to invent to save the world! So I said, 'Tails! Maybe I can help!" But Tails didn't believe I could help, so I decided to prove it! And I said, 'Remember that one time I helped Sonic? I fired a spitball into a robot's circuitry system. Which was a good thing, because Sonic had tripped, the clumsy clutz, and the robot was right there! So, I thought, geez! Don't robots run on electronics? And I figured, one of two things can bring electricity down. Water, or, like, paper or some other insulator that doesn't conduct electricity. But since I couldn't remember if both worked, or just one, I figured, why not a spitball? It contains both. And just my luck I was sitting at a cafe that Sonic had brought me to, he's such a darling, and there was a straw and napkin right in front of me! It was so simple! But then the spitball wouldn't fit in the straw, so I just threw it. Then Sonic bought me some hand sanitizer, he was so grateful. Or at least I think he was. He could have just not wanted my germs on his hand when we held hands. He never did try to hold my hand though, he must be really paranoid of germs.' And then Tails nodded slowly and got to work on his invention. Maybe that information on electronics helped, you never know. And I take care of the chao, because everyone else is busy saving the world. The only time I ever get to help is by chance. Like one time, I fired a spitball into a robot's circuitry system. Which was a good thing, because Sonic had tripped, the clumsy clutz, and the robot was right there! So, I thought, geez! Don't robots run on electronics? And I figured, one of two things can bring electricity down. Water, or, like, paper or some other insulator that doesn't conduct electricity. But since I couldn't remember if both worked, or just one, I figured, why not a spitball? It contains both. And just my luck I was sitting at a cafe that Sonic had brought me to, he's such a darling, and there was a straw and napkin right in front of me! It was so simple! But then the spitball wouldn't fit in the straw, so I just threw it. Then Sonic bought me some hand sanitizer, he was so grateful. Or at least I think he was. He could have just not wanted my germs on his hand when we held hands. He never did try to hold my hand though, he must be really paranoid of germs. But, I guess that's all I do." If you read all that word by word, you must be really bored.

A person with black hair and clothes runs in, points at Amy, and yells, "Why the heck are you pink? Why do you talk so much!" and then runs off.

L.A. and Amy blink. L.A. is the first to speak. "S-sorry 'bout that, Amy. That was Hiei's-lover-16. another friend of mine. But I guess that can be the next question. Why are you pink?"

Amy laughs. "I'm asked that quite a bit. Let's see...I used to be normal colored, but then I got this crazy idea that I would dye my hair pink!"

"So it's just died?" L.A. asks, disappointed.

"Well, it was supposed to be, but while I was dying it, the person who lived in the apartment above me flushed toxic waste down the toilet, and it came out of the shower spout. So I was turned into this pink, hedgehog thing."

"Seriously?" L.A. asks, interested. Amy nods. "That's really cool." Amy nods again, kind of weirded out. "Well, anyway," L.A. says, sitting up, "Next question. Let's see...next question...Amy why don't you ask me a question?"

"Um...okay..." Amy says. She thinks. "How about...Can I have your dog tag?" Amy asks, referring to the dog tag around L.A.'s neck.

"No."

"Okay, well that was my question."

L.A. frowns. "Ookay. Well, I can't think of anything else to ask you so...GET OFF MY SHOW!" Amy runs off crying. L.A. turns back to the audience. She says in a bored voice, "Well, that's been LonelyArtist's Talk Show: Boring the Audience to Death! Come back again, ya'll."

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Ugh. Sorry 'bout that one. That was truly awful. But I didn't know what to ask her. So yeah, please recommend topics, and questions to ask them. And review. Please.