[When plucked like that, the strings do, in fact... sound like a banjo. A tinny one, almost like there's the sound of a running saw over top - but a banjo nonetheless.
And that eye on its body stares up at Sonic, as if it's studying him.
(Jury's still out on if it's sentient or not.)]

... Mm; now, see, thing is... you ain't even gotta be born special for shit like that, neither.
I mean, I was just a measly li'l human while I was still alive. Stronger than most; lot stronger.
But still just a human.
Folks found a way to wring a use outta me, anyhow.

Glad you got yourself a family outta the whole thing, at least. You seem like a good kid... even if you covered in fur.