Knuckles walked… er, waddled the streets of Station Square, grape soda in hand. “Something strange is going on… I’m as big as a house, yet I feel like I haven’t gained a single pound. Like I could go on an adventure anytime. Weird…” Knuckles thought aloud. Was he thinking too much? He hoped not. People stared, but they were easy to ignore. He wasn’t used to the big city and all its lights and stores and things, but he figured he could get out every once in a while.