[Audio, because like hell he’s going to send a video of himself out there for all the world to see, he doesn’t know you and chances are he won’t like you. Plus, it just ain’t ninja.]

Yeah, so I stopped listening to the nice man’s yammerin’ about five syllables in. All I know is…if someone doesn’t start talkin’ and fast I might have t’ start bustin’ some heads in. And believe me when I say, that would just make my day.

[So far it’s been pretty shitty. This wasn’t his home. His family was nowhere in sight. And now he had to keep himself hidden from a new city filled with strange people…and those filthy bathrooms he’d been warned about.

Of course there’s always the exception, and kicking shell was always the exception.]

So, with as few words as possible someone had better answer my questions. [Because he hasn’t the time or patience for long winded answers, just get to the point.]

Where am I?
Why am I here?
What have you done to my body?
Where’re my sensei and my brothers? If they’re hurt I swear I’ll hit you so hard you’ll have to unzip your pants just to say “hello!” Get it?
Oh, and once we’re done with that, where’s the exit?