as you walked through your apartment door, you saw Sonic.EXE on your couch. ok, ever since yesterday, things were fucked up. but damn.

Sonic.EXE: "bro.. u got edibles here?"

he said, in that surprisingly deep but also batshit creepy voice. what would you say? you don't even do drugs or smoke weed. but you couldn't let him down. he'd maul you in half a second if you denied one of his requests.