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“Good night, Sonic,” said Tails.
“Good night, Tails,” said Sonic. “Now I will go to sleep, where I am Black Sonic With A Gun.”
Sonic the Hedgehog goes to sleep.
“Hey there, Black Sonic With A Gun!” said Blooregard Q. Kazoo.
“Blooregard Q. Kazoo!!” B-Swag screeched while playing air guitar with his fists and gun.
“How did you get here to the Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends?” asked Bloo slyly.
“I come here for my dreams because this place only exists in my dreams! Also, I can make imaginary friends, too, and imaginary pets, too.” After saying this, two more Bloos popped up beside the two fellas. One was called Angry Bloo.
“I'm Angry Bloo!!!!!!!!!!” said Angry Bloo in his voice.
“And I'm Sad Bloo, just like kind of like I'm Eduardo, the Spanish-talking elephant, but only I'm Bloo instead.” Sad Bloo was there, too, and said this.
“Then I guess this makes me Confused Bloo!” the original Bloo said, swirling his eyes around like in a cartoon.
“Ha!” bursted B-Swag, “You guys rock!” He played air guitar again. “But you have to die now.” He shot Angry Bloo in his head. “But that's okay.” Angry Bloo came back from B-Swag's imagination because he imagined him again.
“I'm sad now,” said Sad Bloo, “And always.” He ran into the Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends and Pets (This is what it was now called because Normal Sonic dreamt it that way this time.) and into the arms of the loving Eduardo.
“¡Ay, chica!” said Eduardo Spanishly.
“What!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” said Confused Bloo manically, “You made Sad Bloo a girl?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!”
“Why, Bloo,” whispered B-Swag, “I had no idea you were such a cunning linguist.”
B-Swag winked at the camera and air guitared until it irised out.