IN CELEBRATION of my fic receiving 10k views, I'm going to stop working on my next fic for a while to add little skits to this. No schedule, however. This one's short, however. I'm not quite sure when, where, or WHY I got the idea for this one, but I love it.

MEDIUM-WELL

I wondered how important Merlina was to the entire thing, and how things would have changed without her if I got rid of her the first time. So, I replicated my first entry–got two chili dogs and killed Merlina after I drove away King Arthur.

Result: It went normal, except people were constantly questioning my actions; In my head, I was questioning what morals could back such a thing up, other than "oh, you're all fake, only I'm real", which would make me come off as some selfish solipsist son of a bitch. I WOULD have extracted knights, but there was a problem...

"I am Percival, Knight of the Round Table, servant of King Arthur. State thy name and thy master, Sir Knight!"

"I'm Sonic, and I have no master; only the wind that blows free!"

"Very well. Have at you!"

During a fight with Percival, I learned something I never even thought about before.

Sonic swung at the agile female knight, who jumped back to dodge the blow. The blade of Caliburn had sunk itself into the rock.

"Sonic, look out!" Caliburn warned as Percival began to thrust her sword at him while he was regaining a firm grip of the heavy talking sword.

All this time, he was trying to be as skilled as he was when he first fought Percival; since then, he had learned the patterns of combat each knight uses. And, using this information, Sonic assumed that their counterparts in reality had a similar combat plan.

But he forgot for a moment that he was supposed to hide his powerlevel.

As the sword came to him, he used Caliburn to twist himself so that he was facing the blade. With his left hand, he swiftly smacked Percival's rapier away, and with his right, he brought down Caliburn from over his head with tremendous force.

THWACK

While fighting, I accidentally chopped off her hand. Then, while I was tending to her wounds (because it is pretty much a girl I know whose hand I just chopped off), I smelled something.

Sonic sniffed.

"Did you set up a camp fire around here or anything? I smell something cooked." The victor of the battle asked as he finished wrapping an improvised bandage around the end of the arm, fashioned from the arm's sleeve.

Percival, confused, shook her head, still trying to hold back from groaning in pain.

Sonic, seeing as he did all he could for her with what they had on them, got up and began looking around for the source. The lack of camp fires was confusing, but it took a moment for Sonic to remember he was on a rocky crag in a sea of magma, and that one could easily cook food by dangling it from the side of the cliff by a string. Laughing at his own crazy thought, he began to sniff again. The smell of cooked meat still lingered in the air.

He then began to trace the smell. It was coming from right near him, actually. He began to turn his head, sniffing as he turned.

When Sonic's nose seemed to have found the food source, Sonic was looking at Percival's severed hand. Curious, he nudged it with his foot so he could get a better look at the chopped off wrist.

And then it hit me. I then loudly proclaimed:

"Mother of God, Percival! You're cooked medium-well!"

So, from this experience, I learned that Percival, and in that effect possibly all Percivals as well as Blaze, lives while cooked without any noticeable inconveniences. I don't have a FUCKING clue. With this fact said and in mind, share this information exclusively with other Percivals, if you think they want to know. Further study on the subject, as well as eating of any fellow knights, is forbidden, such acts can be punishable by taking a trip into 28 Days Later in a strait jacket reinforced with barbed wire.

Percival put down the paper with a terrified cringe across her face. "Oh God, what?"