Amy survived the humiliation and explosion, thanks to the magic of the theatre. Yeah, the 'r' come before the 'e' here in Canada, so suck it up. Anyway, you can bet she threatened everyone with her own brand of theatre magic. I don't even know what that means, but I refuse to find out. Sonic did, though, and as Espio took a sip of Jasmine, he ignored the noise in the other room. Suddenly, it started tasting gross, so he smashed it on Charmy's head. Bad idea.
"You want this?" Charmy challenged, with his fists up.
"Yes, I want every bit of it. Gimme!" Espio had the bad part of being a big brother, but he decided 'screw it' and chased Charmy around the room like the non-bear he was. Then, as Charmy landed on Vector's primely located noggin, the whole ordeal turned into a pathetic excuse for a 'Get Fuzzy' reference. Fortunately, Tails was there to paralyse them all with some high-tech plasma gun he never uses in the games. Oh, Tails, you useless little brat, you. :)
"Amy, can you get Sonic out of your torture chamber and spin the bottle already?" Knuckles requested with his nose plugged using a clothespin he pulled out of a slightly better smelling place.
"Eww, Knuckles, why wopuld you pull a thing like that out of a place like that!" Amy almost hurled hypocritically.
"Listen, lady, for one thing," Knuckles counted on his fingers." I need to keep up with business if I want to entertain, and for another thing, it's no less appropriate than your handy work!" He removed the disgusting piece of equipment he'd never use anyway, so rest assured, you can read on and keep your keyboard clean.
Before Amy could reach for the bottle, a bunch of nutjobs from the agency where they have guns, I mean GUN, stormed in. The inappropriate audiences were out GUNned as the GUN guys ehld up their GUNs and had everyone at GUNpoint. I know, I know, strudels should have bacon, but you also put pork on your apple turnovers-oh wait, those are the same thing, NEVERMIND!
And to Werewolflover99, just leave my stories alone. I've never liked you, and you should just back off. Your reviews are useless, selfish, whiney, wasteful, and I hate them with a passion. If I say I don't want OCs in my Fanfiction I mean I don't want any reviews mentioning them, godforbid asking me to put them in my fanfiction You want your OCs, write your own fanfiction, better yet, write an original story without your overpowered characters before you even consider writing Archie Comics, cause any idiot can tell you're lightyears away from writing anything, let alone for a big press like Archie.
*Ahem* Sorry, had to get that off my chest.