Knuckles was shocked to wake up in a dark room with a light over him. He was strapped sitting in a chair with his arms behind his back, his stomach still poochy from his meal. He looked around him and saw nothing, when suddenly-
"Soooo, you broke into our truck and stole our donuts, eh, buddy?" a dark male voice boomed.
Knuckles jumped at someone suddenly talking, and he frantically looked in every direction he could to see who it was. "What?? They were just lying there and I ate some of it! Well, all of it but it's not my-"
"You expect us to believe THAT?! Wow, you're a criminal AND an idiot. Well just to let you know, you're not going to get away with this..."
Knuckles shuddered in his seat at the thought of what they could possibly do to him.
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