In every direction that Tom looked, he saw something flying toward him. Chairs. Bottles. Fists. Spit. Screams. But no matter how he jerked, ducked, or swung, nothing hit him. Instead, an electric blue whirlwind sprung around the entire room in overlapping, scribbly lines of light.
Whatever Sonic touched, he transformed into something ridiculous. A dude throwing a tray from the kitchen snapped out of focus until all the chili dogs were eaten off the plate and spaghetti hair covered his eyes. Another attacker found both his feet in rolling mop buckets and then wheeled straight into the love-detector machine. Two massively muscled goons came within an inch of Tom, but with dizzying speed they were wrapped in toilet paper like mummies. It was like the craziest Three Stooges movie ever, in superfast-forward.
In the center of the storm, things cleared just long enough for Sonic to zip up behind Tom, his fists curled up like an old-timey boxer. "This is awesome, right?" The little guy called out.
"Ask me again when I know how many teeth I'm walking out of here with."
Sonic shot off to blue-blur status again. He spun into a hyper-bouncing sphere, ricocheted off the ceiling in loops, and bounced to the ground at odd angles. Even as every move looked like a totally random event, the bikers who were still standing parted and made a kind of tunnel of blue speed that pointed Tom right toward the door.
"Wonders never cease," Tom said as he laughed and made a beeline for the parking lot.

- Chapter 9