Sonic: Why are we still in this sewer? Everything here's poo.
Tails: Hey, you said you wanted some answers, so that's where we're going.
Sonic: I say I want a lot of things! A robot butler, a fried chicken sandwich with chicken for bread, world peace, world domination, chocolate and peanut butter fig newtons, an orgy with the US women's Olympic volley ball team...
Tails: Alright! What the hell's your point?
Sonic: My point is I'm lazy and I change my mind a lot. And now I wanna go home and take a nap.
Eggman: And now I wanna go home and eat 30 of those chicken sandwich things you were talking about before.
Earthworm Jim: Tails, maybe if you just told us where we're going, it might help.
Tails: We're gonna go see someone who's had some experience with fucking up video games.
Eggman: So we're just giving up on the whole chicken sandwich thing? Alright, onto plan B.
Tails: Alright, here we are.
Sonic: Oh no, I'm not talking to this asshole!
Earthworm Jim: What are you talking about? Everyone loves Wreck-It Ralph.
Tails: Yeah, he and Sonic had a bit of a falling out.
Sonic: Falling out? No no no, that big fisted fucker screwed me over!
Eggman: That's gotta... Gotta hurt in the butt.
Sonic: What? No, not like that! When I needed a place to live, did he invite me into his game? No! He lets that weirdo Q-Bert and a bunch of fucking no-names crash, but not me? Fuck him!
Eggman: Oh, I'm sure he didn't mean it. Ralph's a good guy! Plus, he always had cake. So, you know, you should go get some cake.
Sonic: He can stick that cake straight up his ass!
Eggman: I'd still eat it.
Earthworm Jim: I'm kinda sold on this cake now.
Tails: Enough about the cake! Sonic, tough shit, but we need Ralph's help, so just be cool.
Ralph: What's going on, guys?
Sonic: Oh no, don't try and be all nice, you piece of shit!
Tails: Ah, you can just... ignore him... So, as I'm sure you'd know, we've had a whole "out of order" thing happened to ourselves and ever since we reset the universe, some funky shit's been going on, like something bigger is messing with us.
Ralph: Bigger, huh? You're talking about the Creator. I think I can help you out.
Sonic: Oh, NOW you want to help? Where were you before, fuck face?
Ralph: What's your problem, man?
Sonic: I'll tell you my problem. You wouldn't let me live in your game, asshole! Now I demand you tell me why!
Ralph: Because you fucked my sister, Wreck-It Roseanne!
Sonic: Oh right... Shit... Hey, Rosie. So, switching topics, tell us about this Creator.