As if in a dream, the Black Ninja approached his long awaited foe.
The moment swelled. The Black Ninja’s thoughts narrowed to a single pinpoint of exquisite readiness…
“Oh hey! I didn’t know you lived around here” said the Green Ninja. “Did you get anything good for Christmas?”
The Black Ninja nearly blinked.
“Such wanton commercialism! How I love to hate it!” the Black Ninja thought festively.
Why isn’t there velcro on pocket change? That’d be handy.
There’s probably more change in the couch though, thought the Green Ninja.
All this skulking in shadow.
No wonder parts of me grow pale, the Black Ninja realized with unwarranted surprise.
