Screech was dragged in by his ankles, pulled along by a generic fan character.
Screech: Please don't hurt me, mister green/red/yellow hedgehog/fox/echidna with a sword/gun/ martial arts skills! I don't want to be in this story!
GFC: You'll participate or I'll destroy you with my MAD CHAOS POWERZ!
Screech: No!
GFC: Or worse!
He produced from his pocket, a peice of ordinary wide ruled notebook paper, with ordinary (albeit sloppy) geometry homework on one side. On the other, was drawn a large, green, hedgehog furries character.
Screech: It's not mine! I swear!
GFC: I'll show it to everyone on TMK if you don't participate!
Screech: Fine! I'll join! Just burn that drawing!
Screech had no choice. He resigned himself to being part of the story.
Screech: I know!
Suddenly, knuckles appeared beside him.
Screech: You're gonna be my friend from the sonic games.
Knuckles: Awwwe man. Well, I've got nothing better to do.
Screech: Good. Now let's get Jon!
I might be Sadib...