In a flash, Sonic spun around the small couch and materialized in the psychiatrist's chair, complete with a pair of heavy spectacles and a paper goatee glued to his face. This was a totally normal activity that he did and not at all the result of his extreme solitutde. "It eez not so abnormal, zat is so," Doctor Sonic said with a raised eyebrow. "But considering your erratic actions of late, do you fear zat your prolonged isolation is making you a bit crazy?"
Whoosh! He was himself again and sitting up on the couch. "Crazy? Me? No way, Doc, you got me all wrong! And on an unrelated note...wow, look at the time. Gotta go catch the big game!" He jumped up.