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It was a intense Tuesday night, Mace had just just returned from the bar, and having 13 beers in his system, he wasn't very steady on his feet. He stumbled into T-Mobile, his screen was shattered. He could've sworn a blue blur of spikes and speed had hit him and knocked his phone out of his hands, but his friends had said he was hallucinating, that he needed to get him. The worker sighed, his name tag highlighted the name "Walter" in yellow pen. "this is the forty-fifth time this week, Mace. what did you do this time?" instead of an answer, he turned around, and managed to trip while standing in stationary. suddenly a damp, gloved hand caught him right before he hit the floor. "thanks" Mace said, stumbling as he tried regain balance. When he looked up, Sonic the fucking hedgehog was standing in front of him, hand upraised, awaiting a high five. Mace slowly rose his hand, and slapped sonics sweaty, cotton-covered palm as hard as he could. The store was silent. Sonic slowly stepped back, nodded solemnly, saying "chilly dog" before he left. "why the fuck are you punching air?" asked Walter. "Super Sonic speed" Mace said before trying to run off. he fell immediatly. THE END