Shadow had come home from dealing with G.U.N. He had a cup of coffee in his hand.. His eye visibly twitched with unbridled irritation at the sight of the labeled cinnamon buns..

“You know what pisses me off? When I come home, to MY HOUSE, and I look on the counter and I see cinnamon buns that Amy made last night with a note saying “DON’T EAT”. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? WHY CAN’T I EAT THEM?! This is MY house, this is MY KITCHEN COUNTER, these are MY cinnamon buns, that’s MY saran wrap Amy used to cover the cinnamon buns-, that’s MY sticky note that Amy used to make the note, that’s MY PEN that Amy used to write “DON’T EAT”. IT GETS BETTER! I open the fridge, you all have your names on different foods! “This is Rouge’s”, “This is Blaze’s”, “Shadow, do not eat this”.. WHAT AM I, AN ANIMAL?! This is MY HOUSE! I can eat whatever I want!- anything under this roof is- IS MINE! You got that? When you motherfuckers get your own homes, I’m gonna come to your homes and I’m gonna eat EVERYTHING IN SIGHT and put little sticky notes reading “Look what Shadow ate!” AHAHAHAHAHA!”

He was losing it..