Sonic and Bunnie made their way over to Dr. Quack's office, with Antoine and Tails in tow. Sonic reached for the door, once they arrived, and held it open for everyone. They all went directly over to Dr. Quack, who was talking with Rotor and Knuckles. When he saw everyone coming, he turned in his chair to face them.

"Sally is dead, I am sorry," Dr. Quack stated solemnly.

"From fainting, are you trying to pull some bullshit here, Nazi?" Sonic asked angrily.

"NEIN! This would have never of happened if it weren't for you," Dr. Quack responded, pointing at Sonic. "Between you raising her blood pressure, and making her a nervous wreck with that stupid joke, I can't see any better evidence. She was in perfect health not too long ago."

"Oh yeah, just try and ride the blame train again. Shit, I had nothing to do with this." Sonic looked around the room at all the Freedom Fighters, they were giving him disappointed looks. "Oh what the fuck?"

"Auntie Sally is dead?" Tails asked, then began crying.

"I'm the fuck out of here," Sonic announced, making his way out of the room.

"My best friend is dead because of your joke, Hun. Do you think it's funny now?" Bunnie questioned, close to tears.

"Well…yeah, the joke was funny as hell. C'mon, this bullshit isn't my fault, no way could I have seen this coming," Sonic said in his defense.

"You got nicked, mate, that's all there is to it. Now you'll have to live with the guilt of this bein your fault," Knuckles said accusingly.

"Oh, and you take no part of this?"

"None, mate. It was all your idea, and you put it into action. My conscience is clear, how about you?"

"I showed you what you was, what you was capable of, and this is how I'm repaid? We can all still be friends, yeah?" Sonic questioned.

"No thanks, mate. I don't want you fuckin up my life, too."

"I don't like you either," Rotor put in.

"You are ze king of ze douche and ze bags, huh huh."

"You crossed the line, Sugar, sorry," Bunnie said sadly.

"I hate you Sonic, you box munching muff Nazi," Tails shouted angrily.



"You can't be a box munching muff Nazi, that's a fucking oxymoron," Sonic said, shaking his head. "Well whatever, I'll go pack my shit and get out of your way." Sonic left the room, and Dr. Quack closed the door behind him.

"I feel bad y'all, we have to tell him," Bunnie sympathized.

"We're just giving him a taste of what we felt," Sally said, walking into the room. "Now he learns the hard way, that payback's a bitch."

"But Sally, we're just showing him we're as bad as he is when we stoop to his level," Bunnie commented.

"You're right, we've had our joke. I'll go over to his room and tell him I'm not dead."

"I'm sure that's gonna work out just fine," Rotor scoffed sarcastically. "We had better all wait outside, just in case he goes fuckin a-wall."

--

Sonic sat relaxing on his favorite chair, his mind was hard at work, and his eyes were closed. He heard the door swing open and then footsteps coming toward him.

"Hey, could you get the fuck out, seeing as how we aren't friends anymore."

"Actually, there is something I need to tell you," Sally said, as she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Sally! What the fuck? You're not going to tell me I'm dead are you? If I am it's because that fuckin Tails shanked me, dirty bastard."

"I'm actually here to tell you I'm alive and well," Sally said sitting down on the bed.

"Oh that was low," Sonic replied.

"What? Why's that low?" Sally asked with a grin.

"I see how it is, just dig the knife a little deeper. You're so fucking fun-ny."

"It's not so funny is it, Sonic?" Sally asked.

"Oh fuck you, these are hardly the same shenanigans, my shenanigans are cheeky and fun. What is Tails to you anyway, you're not even related?"

"Well, what am I to you?" Sally countered.

"Fuck this, you can blow."

"What?"

"Not blow," Sonic said pointing to his junk. "Blow," he reiterated as he pointed toward the door.



"We're just trying to show you that sometimes you cross the line. Sometimes your shenanigans are cruel and tragic, making them not really shenanigans at all really."

"Evil shenanigans!" Rotor yelled from outside.

"Go stuff it up your ass Rotor," Sonic responded, and turned back to Sally. "So just flat out telling me was too complicated for you?"

"I did flat out tell you, Sonic, maybe you just had your head up your ass. You needed a dramatic example to see exactly what the problem was, but you did see it. I just wanted you to see that sometimes you do things that you think are funny, but they just hurt others. Am I getting through to you at all?"

"And what about escalation?"

"Escalation?"

"Yeah they start…I don't know where I'm going with this at all. So, where do we go from here?" Sonic questioned.

"We?"

"What the fuck? Yes we, are you hearing impaired? I'm almost starting to think there's an echo in here. I want to know, what in the fuck happens now. Is that clear enough for you?"

"Don't get too worked up, Sonic, I was just asking," Sally replied. "Why can't we ever talk without you being condescending or cruel?"

"I guess because that's just the way the shit hits the fan. You know…I don't know. Are you fuckin with me?"

"No, I just want to communicate without having to argue about everything. But to answer your question, I think we should pick up where we left off. You know, before the whole Tails terminal illness tomfoolery. It was going pretty well."

"It was?"

"Better than the situation now," Sally stated.

"Drowning in a gigantic toilet is fuckin better than this shit," Sonic responded, frowning.

"There you go again."

"Sorry, yeah I guess we could…"

"Get some ass, mate!" Knuckles interrupted.

"Hey, my getting ass is none of your concern," Sonic replied.



"Since when?"

"Since…well, I tell you about the ass after I get it."

"Sonic! Stop talking to Knuckles, we're trying to rectify our situation," Sally said.

"Oh yeah, I'm fuckin sorry about that."

"We need to fix that," Sally noted.

"What do we need to fix?" Sonic asked in return.

"Your language, you swear too much. I don't know how anyone could ever enjoy reading your lines. So, every time you say fuck, it'll cost a dollar."

"Oh, a buck a fuck, you are cheap," Sonic laughed.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it. So we're going to start a kitty…"

"Can."

"What?"

"We're going to call the 'kitty' the can. You sound less like a pussy when you say can. Or we could just call it the fuck it bucket."

"Hahaha, oh, I shouldn't have laughed. It'll only encourage you. I don't know what I'm going to do with you," Sally replied, shaking her head.

"I have some ideas, and most of them involve chimneys and sweeping," Sonic winked.

"You're so bad."