Ninja turtles does not belong to me. It belongs to Kevin Eastman, Peter Laird … And anyone they sold the rights to.
Pierce and Mura were sitting on the couch; Mura was playing Halo-3 and cursing at the 'Hacksaurs' she often encountered on Xbox live. Pierce didn't like videogames as much as Mura did, so he was just watching bored.
"Dude, you modded me, that's betrayal! Get on a different map if you're going to do that shit." Mura growled through the headset – it was times like this Pierce wondered in Mura had some sort of Bi-polar disorder; she was a different 'person' when playing videogames. Her Spartan character on the game threw a grenade and jumped out of the way and shot at the enemy team with her plasma-canon. The white-masked turtles thumbs were moving fiercely on the controller.
Pierce got a devious idea.
"Woman," he barked at Mura in a deeper voice "make me a sandwich."
Mura was so stunned she dropped her controller – her Spartan character flung itself over the edge of a cliff, killing her. The deep game voice rumbled 'GAME OVER'
If you listened hard enough, you could hear Mura shrieking 'NOOO!' In her head. Her wide eyes narrowed as she glared at Pierce over her lost game – she never lost!
Pierce seemed blissfully unaware of the hellfire in his siblings dark eyes "You heard me sore loser; get in the kitchen and make me a sandwich."
Rather than yell at him, Mura calmly got up and wandered into the kitchen. Pierce put his hands behind his hands a grinned "That's what I thought." He snorted.
Mura came back moments later; Pierce frowned when he saw her hands behind her shell.
"Woman, where's my sandwich?" He demanded.
"BOOM HEADSHOT!" Mura shot her arm out and chopped it down – a frying pan slammed onto Pierce's crown and he fell to the ground, he was seeing stars.
"Ph," Mura said and put a foot her brothers shell and pressed him onto the ground, she put her arms up in victory, brandishing the frying pan and cheered "flag taken!"
Sunni came into the room and raised a ridge; "Do I need to ask?" He commented aloud to Mura – she looked at him with narrowed eyes and pointed the frying pan at him.
"Do I need a killing spree?" She challenged.
Sunni walked away slowly.
And Pierce was never sexist again...