N tied his hair back with a banana-print bandanna in preparation for the up-coming marathon basketball match against Zorua. N liked to play basketball against Zorua, because Zorua could neither hold the ball nor reach the hoop to score with it. Zorua didn't mind, because N was a bad loser and could throw a mean tantrum when the mood took him.
He was just taking of his shirt - the best way to play basketball was half naked, after all - when one of the shadow triad appeared as if from nothing, eating a corn dog. He greeted N with a fist bump.
"Yo, N," he said. "Do you want to be a ninja, like us?"
"Yes!"
"Well you can't! Ha, ha ha." And with that, he disappeared in a puff of smoke before scuttling out of the doorway.
He dropped back down from the ceiling when he saw the tears brimming in N's eyes. "Hey, I'm sorry, that was mean," he said. "Here, have a corn dog."
N spun the corn dog around and ate it from the opposite end, to avoid picking up any ninja germs. "Do you want to play basketball with me?" he asked.
"Hell no!" A second shadow triad jumped out of N's toy box. "Have you ever heard of ninjas playing basketball? That's just ridiculous."
The third and forth ninjas chose that moment to pop out of N's pants. "Are you dizzy, blud?" they asked in unison. "Everyone knows ninjas can't play sports."
N was bemused, but not surprised, at the sudden appearance of men in his trouser region. "Why were you in my pants?" he asked, although at this point he was far more interested in the corn dog than anything else.
"It's just so warm and comfy in there," the fourth ninja replied.
N completely blanked him. However, before the ninja could knock the offending foodstuff out of N's hands and demand his full attention, the others turned on him.
"Wasn't there only supposed to be three of us?"
"No, there was definitely four of us. I remember it distinctly. I'm totally not a spy sent to steal your most powerful basketball moves or anything."
"Hilbert, stop being such a dick," said N.
"But-"
"No, no butts. Not after the last time."