“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.
Man, I hope Mom doesn’t get me underwear again this year — that’s always embarrassing.
But these ARE gettin’ kinda ratty, thought the Green Ninja.
Sometimes I dream of the sea, but it is always silent.
Upon reflection, I think I also hate Dante, mused the Black Ninja.
