[Finally. Ten days after
getting beat up by a girl, Raph's finally holding up his end of the deal. Dinner. With Fujiko. Holy crud.
Behold Raphael, the turtle who can charge headlong into a pack of bloodthirsty ninja like he lives there, coming apart at the seams over one stupid little date. No. Not a date. Dinner. Just dinner. But even "just
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Pepperoni, eggs, flour (boy do we need flour, holy crap), veggie oil-
Raph, did she say what type of pizza she wanted?
[Because you are freaking out so much right now it's not even funny, and maybe asking you a question will make you stop wearing a hole in the linoleum.
Though probably not.]
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He glances at the clock on the microwave. Holy crud why is it noon?
He glances up when Mike asks him a question, but he completely missed what he just said.]
What?
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What. Kind. Of pizza?
Don't make me break out the jelly beans, bro.
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Boo.
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If he's fast enough, Raph will spin around and snatch his assaliant's wrist with breakneck speed, twisting it with enough force and torque to send her to her knees.]
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Well, I guess I know better than to sneak up on you, huh Sugar? [Frowns and looks him over.] Did something happen?
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Sorry. [Way to go, Raph. This day just keeps getting better and better.] Ran into an old friend down at the grocery store.
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