Seriously? This is Splinter's punishment? A goddamn time-out?
Of all the things he could have come up with, this is the fucking stupidest by far.
Ground me for a couple more weeks. Give me extra chores for another month. Make me bust my ass in training for a few hours each morning. Hell, I'd even take meditating with Splinter for the afternoon every day.
But does he pick any of that? No.
Instead he takes away my sai then locks me in the dojo with Leo and tells us not to lay a hand on each other and that we aren't allowed to come out until we've "talked the problems out," "made peace," and "learned to act like brothers should."
Is he fucking kidding? What a load of crap.
If I could talk to Fearless, then we wouldn't have any damn problems. But Mister Holier-Than-Thou Leonardo is too good to talk with me. He only talks at me and every single goddamn word that comes out of his mouth is condescending bullshit.
Act like brothers should. Tch. Splinter's got it fixed in his head that family ought to act like the ones in his dumb sitcoms. That shit doesn't happen in real life. He can't expect people as different as me and Leo to get along all fine and dandy. On a good day, I can tolerate his smug ass and that's it. Right now I'd like to knock him into next Tuesday.
Sitting on a hard floor sure is a hell of a lot more uncomfortable when half your ribs are black and blue. It'd feel a lot better if I could lie down, but I ain't gonna puss out in front of Leo.
Yeah, he's sitting over there looking like he's got a bad smell under his nose. I hope that black eye I gave you hurts, you jackass.
You can count on being stuck here awhile, Leo. I ain't gonna be the one to cave.
