Muse gets a little loud now and then

[leg_fu]

My thanks for what you call 'paid time'. Too bad it doesn't mean anything when it comes to real cash.

From the looks of it, mundane, you almost want something to do with me. Another game? I like games. Deny it all you like, but you want me in a game.

You won't like me so much if you keep my locked up for so long...I get antsy...might even hurt a few of your favorite muses. When you're locked up for so long, anything is game.

...one more thing. That is not a tank top. Let's cut the 'juicy' tank top talk before I cut something else.

Comments

[rat_master]

I am unsure if you should be so eager to join these...'games'.

Although you are an enemy to myself and my sons, I would not with that fate upon anyone.

[leg_fu]

Bad choice. You should have wished someone like me on them.

Games like these are mine for the picking.

[wallcrawler]

Man, and I thought I got stuck with some ugly baddies. Remind me to sign Leo and his brothers up for some therapy.

Well, one of 'em probably needs it for more than just unseeing your sorry mug, but I think he's the special one of the bunch.

[Raph? Raph.]

But hey, feel free to stick your scaly butt into my neck of the woods. We've got three of the four turtles you're used to, plus a small army of super-powered superheroes to use you as a punching bag.

[leg_fu]

The turtles seem to be everywhere...the more, the better.

[But that's not important, let's focus on you.]

You must be some kind of wrestler. Quite thin for one, aren't you?

[wallcrawler]

Wrestler? I'm not a wrestler, I'm a superhero! What kind of weird wrestling do you watch, sardine-breath?

[leg_fu]

You have not seen Spanish wrestling. And even then they would laugh at you.

[wallcrawler]

Yeah, up until I took down the best they had to offer. Y'know, like I did in New York.

[With horrible consequences]

Besides, pretty sure even if they did laught it up, it'd be nothing compared to the laugh riot they'd save for you. But hey, least you've got that snazzy little tank top.

[leg_fu]

Good thing I'm not from New York.

I don't think tank top outdoes thin boy in spider tights.

[wallcrawler]

You know, when you put it that way, I can see your point.

Tank-Top smells of low tide and is stuck with a pair of My First Training Legs, while thin boy in spider tights could put Tank Top's scaly butt through a wall.

I don't know about you, but I for one am glad we were able to reach an understanding. Proves bad guys and superheroes can talk things out!

[leg_fu]

Yes, glad we can work out or differences. That is, when my feet work out what's left of you on the sidewalk.

[wallcrawler]

Bigger, nastier bad guys than you have tried, dude. Only thing of mine you'll ever break's a mirror.

[leg_fu]

You sure like to talk. I'm beginning to think your mouth has a bill it can't cash.

[wallcrawler]

You're so sure of that, you're more'n welcome to swim on over to my game, Guppy-boy. We can have some playtime all to ourselves.

By the way, when I trounce you and leave you webbed up for the cops, would you prefer to be right-side up or upside down? Upside-down's a classic, but some people like to come to grips with their humiliating defeat with at least a little dignity leftover.

[leg_fu]

If you want a playdate, you got one.

Only if you want to be under my feet...or going off a 12 story building.

[wallcrawler]

Really? That's what you're bringing to the table? Kraven's tossed me off of taller, and I still beat the guy.

And his legs weren't built from an Erector Set.

[leg_fu]

I like to leave surprises. If I told you everything, it'd spoil the surprise.

[crackedplastron]

Just what're you implyin'?

[ you practically summoned him ]

We're fine! We don't need therapy. We just need to kick Fishsticks up and down the Hudson until he catches a hint and heads out to sea!

[wallcrawler]

That having to look fish lips here in the face so many times has scarred you all for life?

Also that you have anger issues. Just you, though. Leo and Mikey are alright.

[crackedplastron]

Hey! I DO NOT HAVE ANGER ISSUES!

[wallcrawler]

I'm sorry, could you speak up? I don't think they heard you over in China.

[crackedplastron]

Can it, bug-breath. We're fine. We don't need any help.

[wallcrawler]

Yeah, I was joking about being scarred after seeing fishface, shellhead. It's called banter. Gets 'em all testy and they start making stupid mistakes.

[Obviously something that would neeeever work on Raph.]

You definitely need some anger management though. Help us find the kindler, gentler Raph.

[Yeah now he's just deliberately needling him.]

[crackedplastron]

Kinder and gentler?

Dude, I'm a ninja. THere ain't no kinder and gentler about that.

[ studiously ignoring the bit about banter cause that does hit close to home... ]

[leg_fu]

Eh, I think there's something wrong with turtles with a ninja obsession.

[Talk about being an extreme otaku.]

[crackedplastron]

We're not obsessed, we're trained. There's a difference, y' know.

[leg_fu]

The difference being you're trained in salad forks.

[crackedplastron]

They're not salad forks!

[leg_fu]

Turkey carvers.