Sonic Restaurant
I was heading to the Sonic restaurant, my favorite restaurant. I went inside and saw a tall dude with a big weird mustache at the counter.
"Good day, ma'am," he greeted me. "Would you be interested in today's special?"
He gestured to a plate on the counter with something blue on it, and what looked like blue toothpicks were sticking out of it. I politely declined.
"Well, that's all right! How about one of these instead?" Beside that plate were three others: two of which looked the same as the first, except red and pink instead, and the third was orange and white and appeared to be covered with fur. I declined those as well. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come to Sonic today.
"Hmm... Maybe not as many people like hedgehog meat as I thought."
Wait: hedgehog meat? Oh my god. No. It couldn't be.
I realized the man at the counter was DR. EGGMAN.
I ran the hell out of there never to return.
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