Heroes in a Half Shell
"I just don't think it's a good idea for you to handle that type of thing. You're liable to take most of it for yourself and we need money from it for repairs around our living quarters." You tell him.
"Oh." He says. "I guess you're right." He hold the vial out to you. "Here ya go."
But just as you reach out to take it he pulls it away. "Cowabunga, nerd nuts!" He taunts you as he keeps pulling it just out of your reach as you attempt to snatch it from him over and over again. He tosses it to Casey who grabs it out of the air.
You walk over to him. He's the more rational of the two and you figure he'll give it back to you. You hold your hand out expectantly; "Come on Casey, give it back."
"Over here! Over here!!" Michaelangelo says behind you, jumping around like an idiot while waving his hands wildly in the air. Everything is a fucking game with him.
Casey tosses the vial over to Michaelangelo, and before you can reach him he has downed half of the contents. By the time you have reached him, he has tossed it back to Casey who downs the other half of the contents.
"That's like ten hits apiece." You say a little shocked. The concentration of chemicals you infused to create that shit is as strong as three hits of the crap they sell on the streets above.
"We are going to be tripping balls!!!" Michaelangelo says.
"You're not kidding," You tell him, "That stuff is stronger than I think you realise."
"Hell yeah." He says, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.
"You are such an asshole, Mike." You tell him.
"Did you really think I was going to hand it back to you?" He asks, snickering at you.
"Go fuck yourself." You say to him, walking away. You can hear him laughing at you as you storm off.
As you walk along engrossed in uncontrollable anger with your turtle companion, you find yourself in a series of sewer tubes that you have never been before. Slowly and gradualy you lessen the degree of focus you place on your dark thoughts and increas your focus on your surroundings.
This area of the sewer is darker than the rest, and it has an unusual scent. It's not laden with shit and urine like everywhere else, but has a slight chemical smell in the air. It's not just the smell though... There's something else, something ominous in the air that you can't quite place your finger on.
You don't like it here but you continue walking, your curiousity controlling your movements. You come to the edge of a drainage pipe and look down into the brown/green slush-like waters below. A rat is floating along the river of filth, sitting dry atop a bit of strophoam. Suddenly something comes up from the water and snatches it up in a long snout.
You're not sure, but it appears to be an alligator of epic proportions. Gigantic. How is this possable, you wonder. Is this another result of humans foolishly flushing baby alligators down their toilets? Can the urban legend be true?
You turn around to leave but find your way blocked by a human dressed in shining armor and a purple cape.
"Shredder!!" You say, pulling out your bo.
"Ah, Donatello. I see you've discovered my latest creation! It was a product of sheer genious on mine and Krangs parts. Beebop and Rocksteady were just the first of our mutation experiments and with this mammoth alligator we have taken it to the next level. Orignialy, we were going to have these monstrousities hunt you all down to your lair, but it seems you may have saved me the trouble of doing so by stumbling into our den. You will regret this day, turtle, for the rest of your pitiful life!"
"Oh." He says. "I guess you're right." He hold the vial out to you. "Here ya go."
But just as you reach out to take it he pulls it away. "Cowabunga, nerd nuts!" He taunts you as he keeps pulling it just out of your reach as you attempt to snatch it from him over and over again. He tosses it to Casey who grabs it out of the air.
You walk over to him. He's the more rational of the two and you figure he'll give it back to you. You hold your hand out expectantly; "Come on Casey, give it back."
"Over here! Over here!!" Michaelangelo says behind you, jumping around like an idiot while waving his hands wildly in the air. Everything is a fucking game with him.
Casey tosses the vial over to Michaelangelo, and before you can reach him he has downed half of the contents. By the time you have reached him, he has tossed it back to Casey who downs the other half of the contents.
"That's like ten hits apiece." You say a little shocked. The concentration of chemicals you infused to create that shit is as strong as three hits of the crap they sell on the streets above.
"We are going to be tripping balls!!!" Michaelangelo says.
"You're not kidding," You tell him, "That stuff is stronger than I think you realise."
"Hell yeah." He says, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.
"You are such an asshole, Mike." You tell him.
"Did you really think I was going to hand it back to you?" He asks, snickering at you.
"Go fuck yourself." You say to him, walking away. You can hear him laughing at you as you storm off.
As you walk along engrossed in uncontrollable anger with your turtle companion, you find yourself in a series of sewer tubes that you have never been before. Slowly and gradualy you lessen the degree of focus you place on your dark thoughts and increas your focus on your surroundings.
This area of the sewer is darker than the rest, and it has an unusual scent. It's not laden with shit and urine like everywhere else, but has a slight chemical smell in the air. It's not just the smell though... There's something else, something ominous in the air that you can't quite place your finger on.
You don't like it here but you continue walking, your curiousity controlling your movements. You come to the edge of a drainage pipe and look down into the brown/green slush-like waters below. A rat is floating along the river of filth, sitting dry atop a bit of strophoam. Suddenly something comes up from the water and snatches it up in a long snout.
You're not sure, but it appears to be an alligator of epic proportions. Gigantic. How is this possable, you wonder. Is this another result of humans foolishly flushing baby alligators down their toilets? Can the urban legend be true?
You turn around to leave but find your way blocked by a human dressed in shining armor and a purple cape.
"Shredder!!" You say, pulling out your bo.
"Ah, Donatello. I see you've discovered my latest creation! It was a product of sheer genious on mine and Krangs parts. Beebop and Rocksteady were just the first of our mutation experiments and with this mammoth alligator we have taken it to the next level. Orignialy, we were going to have these monstrousities hunt you all down to your lair, but it seems you may have saved me the trouble of doing so by stumbling into our den. You will regret this day, turtle, for the rest of your pitiful life!"