Ah Yes. That Classic Holiday Story About A Miser Scared Of Being Forgotten After Death.

Ah yes. That classic holiday story about a miser scared of being forgotten after death.

Tis the season we retell the story of threatening a rich man with his own death in order to get him to pay his employees livable wages and not horde money.

Never lose the holiday spirit.

"Thou man of softer age, wouldst thou perchance wisheth to leave these streets so mired in filth and be given a life free from worry?" A strange cloaked figure questioned Rupa, the being having watched him for some time

The bronzed young teenager, with an icy blue, scrutinizing glance, sized up this newcomer that approached him so easily. The guy seemed to be dressed suspiciously with that big cloak. "Sorry, I'm too old ta be goin' wit' strangers, thanks," He muttered, returning to his own business, planning his next meal as he counted up the money in his hands he so rightfully earned (re: stole). "I'm kinda busy, so if that's all ya got, ya can go bug someone else, yeah?" He had enough for a small meal at sit down restaurant, maybe even another for later, nothing too fancy. About $40 or so, all in 5's and 1's as Rupa stuffed them back into his coat pocket, the garment torn and old, very well used. "So, uh, if ya can getcher ass outta heah, I'd appreciate it." He gave the guy a cheeky, overconfident smile.

Bless his paws 🐾

Sonic X? Sonic Adventure 1 & 2? Sonic 06?

I’m glad the studio listened to us regarding Sonic’s design but I’ll forever be frustrated with the very concept of this film. Sonic the Hedgehog has the potential to be a fantastic animated film about friends fighting the forces of evil. It should never have been turned into a dime-a-dozen “CGI Character Falls Through A Portal To Live Action Real World” film.

Rupa seemed to consider his options here, looking hesitant still, though Rae's demeanor helped "Aight Rae...I get ta keep this here flowah, right? I'll need ta test it out foist, ya get me?" Now in regards to his living arrangements, if at all, he considered those too.

A family might be nice but it would still feel stifling. A house on his own might be idyllic but he had no idea how the new world would work. A guest at the castle may make him untouchable, but he still was in a gilded cage...

Being in such an affluent and powerful house though, if he played his cards right, would lead to many more opportunities...where he could live in that big mansion he always wanted...

"Say I go wit'ya, in th' palace? I'd get my own room? Go and leave when I please?" He asked with a growing glimmer of giddy anticipation. "'N nobody would bothah me?"

"Thou man of softer age, wouldst thou perchance wisheth to leave these streets so mired in filth and be given a life free from worry?" A strange cloaked figure questioned Rupa, the being having watched him for some time

The bronzed young teenager, with an icy blue, scrutinizing glance, sized up this newcomer that approached him so easily. The guy seemed to be dressed suspiciously with that big cloak. “Sorry, I’m too old ta be goin’ wit’ strangers, thanks,” He muttered, returning to his own business, planning his next meal as he counted up the money in his hands he so rightfully earned (re: stole). “I’m kinda busy, so if that’s all ya got, ya can go bug someone else, yeah?” He had enough for a small meal at sit down restaurant, maybe even another for later, nothing too fancy. About $40 or so, all in 5’s and 1’s as Rupa stuffed them back into his coat pocket, the garment torn and old, very well used. “So, uh, if ya can getcher ass outta heah, I’d appreciate it.” He gave the guy a cheeky, overconfident smile.

Rupa let the coins fall into his hands, letting them sit there as he still felt weary about this whole plot. But then that line...it was...so..so insane, he didn't even entertain the thought. Wha-!" He laughed in disbelief. "What is this?! Ya think dis is some kinda joke? That I'm some...damsel in distress th' needs savin'? Dude...." he scoffed, glaring at...this...Raesal...? incredulously, letting the coins drop to the ground, the metal ringing sharp on the concrete under their feet. "Ya seriously think I'm gonna go wit' ya now? Wha-what mental hospital did YOU break outta? Dis some kinda sick joke ya like ta, ta play on homeless people, huh?" He was...a little harsh on the poor guy. But hey, he was done getting bullied and knocked down for just tryin' ta survive.

"Thou man of softer age, wouldst thou perchance wisheth to leave these streets so mired in filth and be given a life free from worry?" A strange cloaked figure questioned Rupa, the being having watched him for some time

The bronzed young teenager, with an icy blue, scrutinizing glance, sized up this newcomer that approached him so easily. The guy seemed to be dressed suspiciously with that big cloak. “Sorry, I’m too old ta be goin’ wit’ strangers, thanks,” He muttered, returning to his own business, planning his next meal as he counted up the money in his hands he so rightfully earned (re: stole). “I’m kinda busy, so if that’s all ya got, ya can go bug someone else, yeah?” He had enough for a small meal at sit down restaurant, maybe even another for later, nothing too fancy. About $40 or so, all in 5’s and 1’s as Rupa stuffed them back into his coat pocket, the garment torn and old, very well used. “So, uh, if ya can getcher ass outta heah, I’d appreciate it.” He gave the guy a cheeky, overconfident smile.