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*looking in the mens room mirror. His white button down shirt is unbuttoned, because he can't seem to get his fingers to operate the way they're supposed to.*

I look like any other mook from the Bronx.
*he pokes his face.*
This is by far the single most fucked up thing that has ever happened to me.
Not the robot body.
Not The Leech.
Not The Time Cube Adventure.

This right here.
*he wiggles his five fingers*

Okay, right.
*he shuts his eyes*
Ninja is master of his environment.
Master of himself.
I can do this.

*after much concentration, he succeeds in buttoning his shirt. He tucks a packet of throwing stars in his back pocket, and holsters a sai on the belt of his jeans.*
I need a drink.
*he leaves the bathroom*