all-out-tmnt

Revenge was a dish best served cold, on a hot and spicy pizza, and Gary was at long last about to get his. Three years before, his wife at the time, Phyllis, had demanded a better lifestyle than the one-bedroom apartment they could barely afford the rent for with their day jobs. No, not in the suburbs, that was too far. No, not rent-controlled… what kind of people did he think they were? She didn’t care how he got the money, she said quite explicitly, as long as he got it. So he asked around, and got a lead on a job. The gig started at an ungodly hour of night, and his coworkers seemed a little shifty, with various states of shaved heads and brightly-dyed hair and a penchant for dragon tattoos, specifically purple ones, but money was money, right? He was assured that the job was a wellspring of cashola, and that was good enough for him, even if it meant relieving an apartment of any worthwhile contents while the owners were out of town. Phyllis didn’t want to know the details. She

Splinter turned to his blue-banded son, as he was engrossed in his comic book reading. He rarely saw the red-eared turtle so quiet and calm, he knew well that the boy the last while had been through a lot, but he really didn't want to push him to talk about it; he had learned over time that Leo was a bit closed to talking about his worries, he would probably avoid the topic with jokes and his ‘nothing's going on here’ attitude. So, he decided to do something else to try to get his son to open up, try to get him to say what exactly was bothering him. “Hello blue, do you mind if I sit here to enjoy my tea?” he asked while approaching his couch. “You usually sit there all the time” he commented, taking his eyes off his comic for a moment, somewhat quizzical “You don't have to ask my permission” the rat man tensed slightly. “Y-yeah right... I guess I'll just sit down” he stammered half-awkwardly. “Go ahead” replied the turtle as he turned his eyes back to his reading, he felt that his