Author's note: Oooookay... um, didn't expect to get so many reviews for this (and requests for more), so this will probably be a little odd for both me, the writer, and you, the reader.

I wrote this chapter around Christmas as a gift for Orin (but I think she was a bit busy then and never got around to reading it). It isn't great, as it is more like a drabble, but it wouldn't leave me alone once I though of it. So, here ya go.

This is all I have written though, so I wouldn't expect too much more. That being said, I'm keeping myself open to continue this if I get more ideas (my brain doesn't always work...). It is fun, for one, and, despite being a crack-crossover (phrase Lunaludus threw my way and it so fits!), it isn't terrible.

My big goal with any fic is to keep the characters from going OOC. Harder than it sounds, especially in a crossover. Thanks go to my reviewers Nighttime Lunacy, Taranea, Jarkes, Alejandra, and anomiss for giving me the courage to post this second part.

Part 2!

Sonic couldn't help his smile. Honestly, it was enough that he wasn't bent over in laughter.

In front of him, the Overlander Edward—oh, wait! He was a human, whatever that was—was making the most petulant face at a simple glass of cool milk.

Sonic bit his tongue. That expression! Despite the gold hair and eyes and lack of red fur, the kid looked exactly like Knuckles when the echidna was at his most stubborn.

Come to think of it, Knuckles had resisted milk when the hedgehog had introduced the echidna to it.

Several extra spicy chilidogs (which Knuckles also hadn't wanted to try, but Sonic was too stubborn about those, even for the echidna) had greatly helped the Guardian appreciate the soothing qualities of liquid dairy products.

Might be fun to try the same thing on Ed. Honestly, everybody had to eat a chilidog in his or her life! And milk was the only way to get rid of that delectable burn.

Besides, Sonic had heard somewhere that Overlanders needed milk. Humans didn't seem to be that different, so naturally, since Ed was still recovering from his fight with Knuckles, he needed to eat healthy.

When he felt he might be able to control himself, the hedgehog asked, as politely as possible (though with a little smirk), "What's wrong with the milk?"

Ed didn't miss a second to reply. "It's milk!"

Sonic cocked an eyebrow. "True. And people usually drink it." Ed's mouth pulled down into an even more determined grimace, but he didn't say anything more.

Sonic sighed, a smile still on his face. "What's wrong with milk?"

Edward opened his mouth, then snapped it shut when nothing came out. He grimaced further. Finally, "It's just gross!"

"Why?" Sonic actually couldn't fathom that. Milk was excellent. So were cheese and ice cream, but maybe the kid had something against dairy. "I bet you don't like cheese or ice cream either."

"Cheese is brilliant!" Ed exclaimed, his face twisting from a pout to a big smile. "The way they take something like milk and make it into delicious cheese! And ice cream is okay, but milk! It's just…"

Ed face suddenly contorted from stubborn to horror-struck, like he'd just seen a kitten get killed in front of him. Sonic finally frowned, the humor of the situation gone. "What?"

"Um…" Ed's face looked pale, "where does milk come from?"

Sonic snorted. "Cows." The human had not struck Sonic as an idiot, but this conversation was coming close.

The human was watching him now, as if the hedgehog was a zombie or Robotnik in a Speedo or something equally horrifying.

"Cows…" he whispered, "but… if they were like you…" Then Ed's face turned very green and he bolted to the bathroom.

Sonic suddenly understood what Ed was getting at, but the accusation that they were drinking milk from sentient Mobians was too far-fetched. It started with snickering and soon the full out laugh was impossible to stop.

He did manage to get a few last words in. "Don't worry, they make sure there's no cross-dressing bulls!"