TheRe was a loud knock at the door. Sonic the hedgehog opened it cautiously. Two men with serious faces, long drab trench coats, trilbies and shades stood there, one of them holding a clipboard. "Your creditors have got a court ruling that you are not allowed to incur any more debt. We have come to remove valuable items to be sold to attempt to clear your debt", said one in a deep voice. Poor Sonic slumped into a chair, quite crest-fallen, as he watched his treasured gold and platinum awards being removed into a sack.
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