Here's just a baby one shot that I wrote in creative writing class. :) This holds some special meaning for me since I supposedly have this problem. Oh well...
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own the TMNT, but I have a ninja bunny, Julie Rabbit. She can vanish into corners and small spaces, and she is trying to dig a hole to Japan in the couch. Just try to top that!
"This is a serious problem. I think he really is addicted," Leo sighed.
Raph was surprised that he actually agreed with Fearless. "We need ta do somethin' 'bout it. Break the habit," he paused and added, "I was watching this program on the discovery channel 'bout shock therapy a while back 'n-"
"Raph!" Although part of him was proud that Raph was watching educational television, Leo didn't want to hear where his reckless brother was going with this one.
"Yeah, sorry… maybe a last resort"
The three brothers sat at the kitchen table in a nervous state for a moment. Mikey chewed on the end of his bandanna tails, Leo's fingers drummed on the top of the table, and Raph frowned at a stain on the wall.
Mikey finally spoke, "Maybe April knows some trustworthy psychologists that we could hire to analyze him. I mean, it could only help having a pro handling this, right?"
With a dismissive wave of a three-fingered hand, Raph replied, "Nah, we just need ta cut off his supplies and wean 'im off it."
"Dudes! What if he goes through withdrawal?" Mikey's eyes widened behind his orange bandanna.
All three cringed.
"He's impossible enough with this problem, but a Don with withdrawal…"
"One Raph is more than enough," Mikey mumbled. Raph yanked on Mikey's bandanna tails, yielding a yelp from the orange clad brother.
"So we'll need to confiscate his shellcell," Leo noted.
"But what if he actually gets into trouble and needs it?" Mikey inquired.
Raph shrugged. "Just get rid of the internet app."
Leo shook his head and retorted, "Don's a genius; He could probably get internet access with a-"
"Cereal box," Mikey quipped.
"This just shows us that…" Leo trailed off as Don entered the kitchen.
The one who was the topic of their discussion paused and peered at the three brothers. "What are you guys doing?"
"Nothing!" Mikey chirped. He then cleared his throat and stared at the cabinet beyond Don's left shoulder. "What'cha up to?"
Don's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I'm just getting something to eat before returning to my work."
They watched as Don snatched a bag of potato chips and waited until Don left the room until they grumbled to each other.
"I hate Farmville!" Raph snarled.
"His obsession with it is frightening," Leo added. "Calling it 'his work'?"
"But does he really have to wear that stupid cowboy hat?" Mikey actually whined. "Farmers don't even wear that type of hat."
Than Leo grinned rather sheepishly. "Raph, what were you saying about shock therapy?"
"We don't need just shock therapy. I've got an even better idea." A sinister smile stole across Raph's beak. "We just need duck tape, a rubber chicken, and some mayonnaise."
Leo began to doubt whether or not this plan would be ethical in even Stalin's definition.
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