They've been there the whole timehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sderWIZ_R1g
"What do you do with all those gems?" The question was unsurprising, yet Rouge bucked her shoulders and huffed. "Amy, dear, a girl should always have a few secrets." Unsatisfied at the equally expected answer, the young hedgehog returned to her hobby of planning circumstantial, irritating lectures to correct her friends' behavior, and smearing interesting-smelling fecal paste across her body. As was her custom, in the old country. Rouge sneered as the first coat of spit hit Amy's hands, and flew away using her impossibly tiny shit wings, back to her guano covered apartment in a smelly cave. Like a real woman. No one need ever know of her fetishistic delight in using her stolen wealth to commission huge fields of mobius strips all across the planet. So geometric. So cyclical. The thought of a grassy field splaying into a needless hoop that could have been more easily traversed by simply walking around it did something to her nethers. Her excitement spilled into her eyes and mouth as she hung from the cave ceiling, burning her like lemon juice in a papercut. "Fuck!" she screamed, dropping a metal pail full of milk and sparkling rubies. She would have to spend the entire day shoveling through the mounds of guano below if she were to get her next fix on schedule. "No one can know I live like this."