Sonic the Hedgehog2020

Sonic:
[runs west, and after a couple of seconds, comes back, wet, with seaweeds on him, and a fish on his head] So, as I crashed into the cold dark water of the Pacific, I realized a few things. A; I have no idea where I'm going. B; saltwater stings. C; I shouldn't even be on this planet right now, but I am! Why? Because you shot me!

Tom:
I know.

Sonic:
YOU SHOT ME!

Tom:
I heard you the first time, you don't have to... pile it on. Good grief.

Sonic:
I'm wet, I'm cold, there's a fish on my head, and clearly, I'm not going to be able to do this on my own!

Tom:
[looks at Sonic, the fish slowly sliding off his head] Alright, get in the truck.

Sonic:
Really? [shakes the water and seaweed off of him, causing his fur to poof up] You're gonna help me?

Tom:
I guess it is a little bit of my fault that all of this is happening to you.

Sonic:
Not a little bit, entirely. It is entirely your fault.

Tom:
Okay, it's entirely my fault. Are you coming?

Sonic:
Yes. [shakes his body again, straightening his fur, goes back in Tom's truck] Road trip! Wahoo!

Tom:
[sighs] What am I doing?