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All is mostly quiet in the gym/garage that lives down the Milliways Staff Hallway. If you didn't know any better you'd probably believe the room to be empty. But if you pay close attention, and know what you're listening for, you'll hear clear as day the sounds of a ninja working on a motocycle. It's there in the subtle sounds, the quiet clicks of ratchets, the well greased turns of bolts on treads.


It's even in the slow and steady beat of a bootheel tapping on the battered wood floor. 
Raph, who's taken up his usual spot on the floor beside his bike, shifts positions slightly in an effort to reach a particularly tricky component. This simple action has the unforseen result of jarring his already well burrowed earworm. So in addition to the tapping of his foot, he also finds himself unconsciously humming, and then whistling the melody of a particularly uncharacteristic song.


And then, before he even knows what he's doing....the words spill out.


"<i>go go go
Where you want
But don’t leave me
Here forever
You you you stay away
So long girl, I see ya never...</i>


"<i><B>What can I do, girl
To get through to you
Cause I love ya
Baby</B></i>


This second verse catches him by surprise, not because he doesn't know the words, but because the voice singing them is not his own. No, it's a full octave higher than his soft baritone. Raph rolls slightly, and cranes his neck to look around his motorcycle. There in the doorway stands his youngest brother who saw fit to not only invite himself into the room, but the song as well.


And it appears he's added choreography as well.


<i></b>Standing here
Baptized in all my tears
Baby through the years
Ya know I’m cryin
Oo oo oo oo oo</B></I>


Silence once again falls upon the room. 
Raph looks at Mike.
Mike grins madly at Raph.



The older brother shakes his head and rolls back out of sight. A second or two later a tape deck begins to play, "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains at a volume that can only be discribed as Eleven.

There is a perfectly good explantion for that.
He is miserable.
Less so now than before, but she doesn't know that, does she?

Leo knew she was here. That his frieght train of a brother had brought her here. And yet even given plenty of time to prepare himself for this moment, he's still not ready. For a brief moment his hand trembles as he fights back against the impending tide of emotion.

Raph: I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I GOT A LAMB'S TEMPER!
Mike: He keeps it in a jar on his desk.

I made great art!

Back to the Sewers Blogging.
( SuperQuest )

Hiding in the protective shadow of a Bar.

"Pssst. Hey. Frak."

"Uh...me?"

"Yup. Wanna do me a favor?"

"That depends...who and where are you?"

"Not important. Just like....turn around and tell me if the funky-haired girl over by the window still looks pissed."

"Uh. Holy crap is that....is that Mel Fray?"

"Maaaaybe."

"Wow...just....wow."

"Yeah yeah, I know. Trust me I know. Does she look pissed?"

"Kinda, yeah."

"Do me a favor? Bring this to her."

A hand reaches up from behind the Bar and places a bright gerbera daisy on the bartop.

"Dude, to be honest...I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Why's that?"

"Have you seen what she can do? I mean...she's a SLAYER."

"Well yeah, of course I have, which is why YOU'RE going to go over there."

"Oh yeah? What makes you think I'm crazy enough to do that?"

Mike peeks over Bar's top and looks deeply into eyes that just so happen to look exactly like his.

"Because to be quite honest, you'd be crazy not to. Sorry dude, you're caught between a ninja and a slayer place."

Mike stands behind Bar. His need for constant movement being sated by the various and sundry tasks assigned to him as the Barman.

His brother, Raph, is seated on one of the barstools with his head in his hands and his elbows propped up on Bar's top.

"Raph, You can't keep doing this."

"Doin' what?:

"Hiding out in a world that's not yours for a woman you can't really have, hoping for some idyllic future that'll never really going to happen."

The bald man's face turns slightly so as to fix the younger with a rather pointed glare.

"Oh. Right. Yeah. Touche."

I totally almost forgot that I was going to be "live blogging" the new turtle cartoon.
SHAME ON ME!


(  Hacking Stockman  )

New feature:

Deconstructing TMNT: Back to the Sewers

I'm starting in on episode III, because I honestly can't bring myself to watch the previous ones again.
So, without futher ado:

( EP III: Something Wicked )

Okay...so that's one episode down.
Woo?

I think I might need an icon for this.

Submitted for your approval.

Take one mutant ninja turtle, aged 13. Add Jolt, Pixie sticks, and an all-night marathon of movies from the pod people genre. Mix liberally. What you'll get is an experiment in terror, horror, and sleep deprivation like no other.

You have left your comfort zone. You have not had time to put your tray table to its full upright and locked position.
You have entered...the It's So Late It's Early zone.

"Mike?"
"Uh huh."
"You realize you're watching the 700 Club again, right?"
"Uh huh."
"Mind if I watch something else?"
"NO! Don't change it, it soothes me."
"Ooookay. Are you all right?"
"I'mfine. Justfine."
"Yeah, you look it. Maybe you should lay down for a while."
"Don't touch me! You could be one of them."
"Er...one of who?"
"Pod people."
"Oh boy...Mike, I'm not a pod person."
"Prove it! Do you have a nubbin?"
"A what?"
"A nubbin! Behind your ear!"
"You really didn't get any sleep last night, did you?"
"Let me look behind your ears for nubbins!"
"Mike, we don't even have external ears!"
"THERE COULD STILL BE A NUBBIN!"