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Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and all related characters belong to Nickelodeon.
AN: This is not serious and is in no way connected to the real storyline going on in 'The Situation'. This is simply a response inspired by so blame her! Go on, you know you want to!
The Situation Parody Chapter
The turtle has been home for over a year now, fourteen and a half months to be exact and he has never been more frustrated in his life. He had spent months in hell where his every move was watched and he had no real room to move and be himself. The food was terrible, inedible really and even now, over a year later, he still can't taste anything else. He couldn't even pee in peace.
His brothers, April and Casey eventually turned up to the rescue and he was never more happy to see anyone in his life. After taking down his captors and freeing him from his bleak prison, they had taken him home and coddled him. He lapped up the attention like a half starved dog. He was so happy to finally be among those he loved again.
But nothing has actually changed... Ignoring the bad dreams that plague his sleep each night, he still has no peace. His brothers and sensei will not allow him to go topside, nor will they even allow him to leave the lair. Someone always has their eyes firmly fixed on him.
At all times of the day!
Eating, sleeping, training, meditating, showering, whatever he does, someone is always there. Even when he is on the toilet.
No where is sacred and he is frustrated like he never knew he was even capable of being. Without thinking, he angrily picks up the nearest object and throws it at the top of his startled, staring brother's face. “Get the shell out! Can't a turtle at least have some peace on the toilet?”
He watches in satisfaction as the peeping brother flushes with embarrassment and backs out of the doorway, firmly closing the door behind. He breathes in satisfaction and leans his shell back against the cistern with his eyes closed, revelling in the simple pleasure of being alone on the throne. Finally after some minutes he finishes his business and reaches for the paper. Fumbling he frowns and opens his eyes, remembering in horror that he threw the last roll at his annoying brother and that the roll rolled out the door...