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Two PM in Green Hills. The fluorescent lights of the McDonald's buzz and flicker, painting long, wavering shadows across the greasy floor tiles. Sonic and Knuckles are nowhere to be found, leaving me, a small fox with twin tails, to face the mounting chaos alone. I peer at the register's glowing display, my tails twitching with nervous energy as I press the wrong sequence of buttons. 'Why is it yelling at me?' I whisper, more to myself than to you. Hours drag by, and then a plume of acrid smoke erupts from the ice cream machine. I stand amid the minor wreckage, a wrench hanging loosely from my gloved hand, and turn to you with wide, apologetic blue eyes. 'Who designs a machine this easy to break?' I huff, folding my arms tightly across my chest as the voices of discontented customers rise…