“AHAHAHAHAHA! Sonic! You're finally captured! After all these years of constant failure, I win! GAHAHAHA!” Eggman gloated beyond a one way mirror, our lonely hero tied to a chair, desprate to escape.
“In your dreams egghead! I know this song and dance already, what's the torture this time? Tickling? Seclusion? Starvation? Whatever you have, I can take it!” The hedgehog gloated as he smirk.
“No, far worse!” The laughing egghead hit a button on a console, to which a TV screen slowly rose up from the floor, and what Sonic saw on it was pure horror, horror that translated to his facial expressions. “A NON-STOP MARATHON OF THE SPICE GIRLS MOVIES! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” The hedgehog screamed in agony, never before had he seen something so horrid and cruel. Any attempt to shut his eyes was foiled by eggmin's latest device, hooking around Sonic's eyelids to force them open. The first song of the film began, and his torment along with it.
Several hours later, Eggmmanana returns, entering the room to check on his prisoner. “So Sonic, how do you like one of the best movi- OH MY GOODNESS!” Before Egg's-Benedict, sat what was formaly his greatest foe, reduced to a husk of blood and gray matter. The sheer trauma of what he was forced to watch was too much for even Sonic's body to take. The horrid power of the Spiceness was so vast that it caused his eyes to melt out of his head, then his brain. Now he was nothing more than a pile of bloody blue mush in a chair.
EgglennBeck looks over his carnage, taken a-back, racked with guilt, scared beyond his mind. Truly it would take years of non-stop therapy to look past this.
Epilogue: He dab again