“Hey!! No need to be mean, he just likes his new friend! You two even look alike!” Not really. But read between the lines on the implications there.

Whistling jauntily, heading up to a new fishing hole! He's excited to see what new pals (or lunch) he might fish up.

Big swiftly (but gently) snatches the octopus back, letting it squirm onto his shoulder as he gave a defensive glare. “That's not very nice, you know. This little fella' did nothin' to you. Why would you wanna hurt him?”

°__°

BUT YOU CAN REWRITE A LOVE LETTER, YOU CAN'T REWRITE A FROG—! well, you /can/, but let's not do that again.

“When you put it like that. Secrets are...meant to be secret! Okay, I'll help, but ya gotta help me catch Froggy, alright?! I can help easier if you put me down...!”

“SONIC NOOOOOOO! YOU WERE SO YOUNG AND BLUUUUUUE!”

SONIC! YOU'RE ALIVE! IT WASN'T TRUE!!! *not this shit again*

“𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨. 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥. 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.” — 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ——— 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 —— 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 ——— 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐲

[Fishing, as Africa by Toto plays]

That's a relief! I heard everyone talkin' about you being murdered, but I had no idea it was for a party. [HUUUUUG. Has Metal ever experienced the euphoria of a junkyard compactor?]

[She can, but the song is ingrained in this thread's OST, so it wouldn't do her any good]

“Hey, look, Froggy! All the pretty eggs!”

Lunch time! Kicking his feet by the lake as he happily enjoys his sandwich. Froggy, meanwhile, had an entire buffet of flies from the humidity.

“Hey, nice haircut.” —𝑨 𝑽𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕.

“Hm? Win?” He waves. Where is he? He doesn't know. But at least Sonic won, probably? “Oh, hey Sonic! Did you get new shoes?”

Magnum opus achieved, goodbye world.