Once on the sidewalk, Walrus Eggman looked up to the square shaped sky. A long sigh later, he began walking slowly, enjoying every step, like a XIXth century miner after crawling away from mining tunnels. A pigeon bombarded Mr. Eggman, unaware of the happiness it was shattering. He went to a public restroom and tried to clean the mess as best as he could.
While facing himself in the mirror, he saw a man entering the place. As the man passed by him, he heard a shot and, in a few moments, everything went dark.
Walrus Eggman was dead.
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When you are shot, you actually cannot hear the killer shot blast, due to the positive variance between the bullet speed and the sound velocity, severally. And the recent posts do not authorize the misunderstanding of Walrus as a creature outside normal sensory channels able to awake from ashes. He is just capable of passing away indefinitely.
A.-L.C.T., PhD in Physics, claims it's impossible to hear a shot directed against one's own self.
Does he want me to prove him wrong, I wonder? [/delega mode off]
Besides that... Walrus Eggman can remember his previous lives and, soon, he'll have a little rendezvous with his own author. Years pass before months and so on... Don't search for consistency.
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