Sonic ends his morning run sitting on the bench right next to you.

Sun's beautiful today, huh?

He scooches in closer to you, lifts the leg closer to you, and makes some tailwind in your general direction. He takes a sniff of the odor he's created, a rotten stench with an eggy taste to it.

And that smells beautiful, doesn't it?

He winks as his green eyes turn to you for a response.