Knuckles placed the disjointed thumb into a custard.

Squish...

The stars came alive. The twinkling emanated shortbread.

Sonic was rushing as fast as his own toes would carry his blue self. He had knuckles on the toes, but not the Knuckles who was an echidna.

Tails flew overhead, toe-less. His were consumed lately by an accursed owl of a fowl.

Shadow was running with skating powers in his cool shoes. "I am groove-mastering!" said the old man. He was on an Ark over 50 years ago.

"What is it, Tanaka?" Sonic asked with sauteed envy. His eyeballs were blinking at the butler who arrived via warp toad.

Tanaka peeled the toad back and shoved it back into his gallbladder amid excruciating trauma.

"Hefty loads are on the horizon..." reported Tails sadly. He was watching the distant distances. There was a backhoe, scooping loads of dirty dirt and sandy sand. Clay was nowhere to be found.

Whale

But then Bokkun was there. He and his brothers Decoe and Bocoe and Docoe and Becoe and Samwise read through the Waddle Dee laments.

"Original toasters are not a fair connection..." Eggman announced, getting fatter as his kneecaps reversed on their own, baring his tendons to the moonlight.

Sonic ran with super speed and seized the kneecap tendons. He salivated as he noticed their fine articulation. Eggman was an eerie expert of all suet.

Shadow skated harder, breaking a reed in two. The reed bled barley.

Knuckles wrote a rap about the barley. It went like so:

We are big fans of barley!

Ugly man named Carl watched iCarly!

I rap better than Drake!

I can see every earthquake!

Just then, Tails overheard Knuckles's empty claims and quickly punched Knuckles's best bologna sandwich until the radiant grace of stellar artifacts departed from the aether.

Ten days later...

"Hey now... HEY NOW!" Shadow bellowed below a beluga. What type of beluga, you may ask?

He he he he he he he he he he he...

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"Don't dream it's over..." Shadow continued as he built a wall between us.

"We can have iodine insurance!" said Sonic cheerfully with the realisation of a hundred healthy cacti.

And so, Sonic flipped his twin eyelashes in between dimensions. He flexed hard with the muscles in his precious lids. His eyelashes unfurled to birth truth, honour, grace, pestilence, and Homer Simpson.

"My father," said Homer to Sonic.

"My son," said Sonic to the yellow.

Sonic took out his portable fork, stabbed the crust of Homer's fifth earlobe and pulled back until he activated the decompression effects.

Eggman folded his legs up neatly. He felt lovely nose-knowing of his own. He eyed the thoughts into his brain with much majesty.

Bokkun and his bros looked upon a hill named Jill. "Where is Jack?" asked Jill.

Bokkun shot a blasting blaster. It blasted the toads into oblivion. He heard of quails, but this was ridiculous.

"Baby! OW!" Knuckles shouted, getting aware of the situation little by little. He had a dead snow in his dough. He slapped the dough onto its side and experimented with organic food dyes. He kept kneeding the dough in between his savage knuckles. He was the most knuckle of Knuckles these days.

"King K. rool," seethed Shadow finally. He did not capitalise the last name of the crocodile monarch. He only believed in eating from Bill Wither's finest pizza.

"I have mushrooms, carrots, green peppers, red peppers, oranges, sardines, corridors, meats, asparagus, artichokes, Arty & Batty. Hey look! It's the fifth Teletubby!" said Bill Withers.

"Don't dream... it is... over..." Shadow continued as he crooned harder than a joking sparrow.

Amy was in a hole. She was digging like a shovel would decline the spade.

Sonic sped into the hole and asked Amy for no more dates. "We are unfit for one another. I love Sally Acorns."

Amy nodded in disagreement. She slapped Sonic with a phone bill requesting totally many evil moneys.

"These contents are harsh," wept Sonic, his eyes leaking out of their sockets, baring his juicy insides. The sclera re-solidified and crept into Amy's sacred nostril. The brain inside her head was pressured into doing a little jig.

Amy danced so beautifully and it made Sonic so proud of the colour pink and those who inhabit it. He quickly called Sally on his CELLULAR DEVICE and told her to shoo.

Sally understood and shooed. She then got a shoe and put it onto Shadow's head.

Shadow carefully licked the shoe off and thought about really tough math equations.

Theorem: There are an infinite number of primes and you can't stop me.

Shadow broke his twitchy poodle in half, ate of its liver and then collided his nautical nonsense with something in a pineapple.

"Hehe!" giggled Bob the Sponge, the coolest Sonic OC since Harvey the Mussel.

Shadow flexed his foretoe forthright. It impaled Bob with insane dexterity. The sponge lad expelled a viscous tonsil humour. The humour congealed with the toothpick in Shadow's mouth and made a perfect system of doorways to the underworld.

Sonic and Amy did a smooch. Then Sonic smooched Elise. Then he wedded his own shoes. He and Sally saw eyes at each other and made grumpy faces over gamer juice. That blue hedgehog (of all places) cracked open his gamer juice and took a swig.

The swig offended Tails. He iced a cake in spite. Sonic felt the spite and coughed up his twelfth stolen lung. The lung was as long as a quiver.

Shadow felt composite. He looked at his prime factors. He began crying when he realised one prime was none other than Maria.

"Maria... I wish you and I could still eat hooligans..." muttered the leader of Team Dark. Omega and Rouge were dead though. "Alas, that wonderful lady is in tombstone-land too..." Shadow continued in his muttering fashion.

"Where is a spinach?" asked Tails, peeking through the fridgy for tasty bits.

Sonic and Amy were no longer smooching due to his shoe marriage. She wrote him a nice note of congratulatory affection.

Sonic was Billy.

Billy

Shadow put a yo-yo in his yak machine and this granted him mustache greatness. He felt exquisite like a beloved taxonomy.

Tails and Knuckles looked at each other and laughed about cerebral-spinal fluid.

Sonic cracked Eggman's vertebrae into a right angle. He then tapped the column until he was able to gain a quarter-liter of the fluids. It was a mixture of OJ and papaya water apparently. Sonic drank of it and enquired Eggman of his IQ.

"It is large and in charge," Eggman replied like a quirky turkey.

Sonic kicked Eggman into his own tooth. The tooth pierced Eggman's skull like a Banana Split Monday. Eggman felt cool just like my brother Caleb.

"Hello, Caleb," said Sonic to Caleb who was a Hedgehog too.

Caleb did the peace-sign and then a rad flip. Sonic was so taken aback that he broke all twenty of his wrist bones.

Tails got interested in a metacarpal rampage and noted how many trees had just been burnt down legally in Manchester.

Knuckles grabbed a sock, yanked it into a snowplow, and began sifting through a plot of lettuce. His twisted ankle hurt, but it was falling off tomorrow anyway.

Amy kissed a stick of celery and then handed it to Sonic. Sonic kissed it too. She and he loved celery so much. It was so emotional because the celery was secretly the future son of Amy and Sonic and now he was going to the war in order to fight all those Eggman's robots.

Knuckles put a talon's worth of fudgy pickles into a jar of acai jelly. He shook it with fury until his own tonsil fell out and danced right into the Thorndyke's residence. Tanaka saw the approaching echidna gland with his sharp glasses and butler eyes and did a deadly karate chop until the hideous beast was quelled greatly.

"Sonic!" screamed Amy as she saw the celery stick die on the battlefield.

Sonic shot a single tear out and it hit Big the Cat's fishing pool. It hit the water with so much force that it lit ablaze with the flames of death, destruction, and the Milky Way.

"Can't lay a finger on my Butterfinger!" Shadow quipped sassily as he bested his beard lengths up until the latest Fleetwood Mac concert.

END