Something feels...hmm.

As cliched as this sounds, something feels wrong.

Can't be our little serial killer...can it? Hmmm.

...what the -

SHOES!!!

[He coughs and clears his throat.]

Morning, Discedo. I see many of you have grown some...interesting appendages.

[snicker.]

Now you know what it's like to have fur, hmm?

How's it going over there, Sonic? Just....ducky?

[snnnnnicker.]

[Locked to Nill]
...you, uh...seem to have something on your head.

"GET OUT OF MY TOWN"

Something thinks we've overstayed our welcome.

I hope the Angel of Death over there is one of ours.

....

ow.