A/N: I'm really, really sorrrrrrrrrry! I don't know what has come over me!
TimidBookworm: I do. You're a burst writer. You write for a while, stop for a while, then write for a while again.
*sniff* not my fault… Anyways. *recollects herself* This is vague and short. And don't burn me at the stake! I hope you enjoy.
TBW: Always so dramatic.
Disclaimer: I have none, none for the taking and none for the giving. Though if you ask really nicely I might put in a good word with Mikey and get you some invisible cookies.
It couldn't be helped; there was nothing for it, ok maybe a few hours earlier they could have put a stop to it but not now. Leo shakes his head unhappily. How Mikey had swindled Donny into this was a mystery to them all, including it would seem, Donatello himself. Leo shifted in his set. He didn't know why he was here when he could be training or meditating. But the brightly coloured, armor wearing soldiers on the screen had in fact, for better or worse, transfixed him. Snorting from the left of him told him that his brothers were enjoying themselves and if he was honest with himself, and only himself, he had to admit that the animated charterers where funny. Though he'd never let it show on his face.
"Oblivion is at hand! AH HA HA!"
Ok it was ridiculous but hey, every once in a while ridiculous spun with a touch of crazy was good too.