What Ninjas Do

Donatello wasn't the kind of turtle to run away from danger.
Well, sometimes. Buuut that's not important here, hehheh!
Anyway. Donatello was much more likely to *coughhidebehindLeoandcough* start investigating just what this danger was a what its motivations could possibly be. He liked to look into things, such as that Nano kid and the underground Leute, uh, I mean people.
So one fine day, when Raph saw his dear Donnie run from a ninja like his life depended on it, he was naturally interested. He ran to Donny-boy and shoved his tongue down his throat for a brief second. Then he said as the manly man he was: “Yo Don, whazzup!”
Donatello whimpered, and for once it wasn't because he was turned on. He shoved Raph away and started running again.
Well now Raphael was intrigued. He quickly made a lasso out of his belt and stray hair of a stray woman who liked to play with straight cats... stray cats... oh well, and with that lasso he caught Don like some kind of a cow.
The ninja that was chasing Donatello had been standing a bit to the left, and now it spoke: “Donatello, you sly turtle! You promised that you would bear my children!”
Donnie sputtered helplessly and struggled in the lasso. Raphael told the ninja in a serious I-mean-business voice:
“Donnie can't bear your children, ninja. He's already bearing mine.”
“Can we share?” it offered.
“NO,” Raphael snarled offended and threw a sai at it. It died rather quickly. That's what ninjas do. Die.
Donatello couldn't do anything but try not to be suffocated by yet another onslaught of Raphael's tongue.
“Grm... wrong... hole...” he tried to say, but he couldn't.
When Raphael was done, Donnie was already dead.
So Raph died too, because he was a ninja and that's what ninjas do!!!

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