Sonic might have called it boring, but Shadow preferred to call it neat, arranged, and logically put together. Spontaneity wasn't the perfect way of handling life. It would only land him in trouble.

Of course, what else was also imperfect?

Piles of dirty socks. That's what.

"Those are being held in the correct container," he asserted, glaring daggers at them both. "They are not being handled lazily, such as haphazardly tossing them to the side. I fail to see your point."

Because dirty socks were unnatural, obviously. He couldn't bear to imagine if Sonic just left his lying around without a care. Ick...