>Medic and Markhaox are speeding down the highway
>In the driver's seat and passenger's seat, respectively
>Markhaox says "I'm gonna kill you, Medic."
>"Oh yeah, how?"
>"I'm going to take the gun from the glove compartment. And then. I am going to kill you."
>Medic is clearly terrified
>Markhaox calmly opens the glove compartment
>"So, any last words?"
>"Yes," says Medic as he begins a monologue
"I killed them all. I killed Bob. You guys were blissfully ignorant and didn't see me shoot him from the forest. I killed Derpson. I poisoned his ass with ammonia and cyanide. Didn't smell it coming. I killed Falcon. Good thing he slept riiiiight by the window, too. I wouldn't have been able to strangle him otherwise."
>At this point, Medic slaps the gun out of Markhaox's hand
>He let his guard down
"I then killed Robotnik. He really wasn't a doctor, as it turned out. Then again, neither am I. Heh. I killed Level4. I'm glad 404 left. It was too easy then. I set up someone to be killed by that phonograph. That person happened to be Weasel, I guess. Nobody paid attention to 404 at that point. I killed him too. I didn't have to kill Chowz. That was lucky. I then set up my plan to kill you and Serious. I only wish you hadn't climbed above me on the gate out of here. I simply kicked Serious off the gate on our way out. I planned on killing you when we got home. But regardless, I killed them. Every. Single. One. And do you know what, Markhaox?"
>"What?" asks Markhaox
>Medic takes the gun
>Puts the barrel in his mouth
A partridge in a pear tree.
>Medic blows his brains out
>Markhaox reaches over and steers the car over to the side of the road
>Gets out of the car
>Drags Medic's body to the passenger seat
>Goes deep into the forest with a box of matches
>Lights the body on fire
>"Yep, Medic. A partridge in a pear tree."
EPILOGUE
>Fifteen years later
>Markhaox has a beautiful wife and three kids
>He's a detective now because of his past
>Reading in his study late at night
>Goes over to a relatively untouched portion of his library
>Dusts off the shelf
>Pulls out an old book
>Begins writing in it
>"Dear Journal,"
>"I'm finally okay with being the partridge in the pear tree."
>His wife calls him from the other room
>"Honey, are you coming to bed?"
>"Yep," he says
>Closes the book
>Puts it back on the shelf, where it remains untouched for many more years
>"And a partridge in a pear tree."