Room 407, Saturday Morning

[halfshell_hero]

Michelangelo was sleeping this morning. Honest.

He had his covers pulled up over his head, and he was totally making a point to fake snore and everything right up until Rikku left the room

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[dude_its_jude]

Jude closed the door behind Rikku and flopped back into bed, staring at the ceiling.

Okay, he put on a shirt and then flopped back into bed.

He sighed.

"Dude, she's gone."

[dude_its_jude]

"That sounds awesome." Jude sat up, and then paused. "Dude . . . you're totally trying to distract me."

[halfshell_hero]

Absolutely!

"Not at all, dude! I'm going to drown you in pizza and zombies and sewage and it will rock!" He paused and blinked. "But not necessarily literally, because drowning in sewage is... not so cool, actually."

[dude_its_jude]

Jude wrinkled his nose. "Ew. Dude."

[halfshell_hero]

"Dude," Mikey agreed with a mellow nod. "So, zombies later, dude? They're sewage free and totally not at all a distraction."

[dude_its_jude]

"Okay, bro. I'll bring snacks from work."

[halfshell_hero]

"Dude, awesome. I'll supply the brain-eating legions of undead."

[dude_its_jude]

"Dude, you know that I have the 'House of 1000 Dead Guys' game, right? And you can totally use the insert game system here whenever you want."

[halfshell_hero]

"Whoa, duuuude." It was very apparent that Michelangelo approved. "I'll totally be making use of that insert game system here, like, all the time, dude. Dead guys! Woo!"

[dude_its_jude]

"It's, um, under there." He gestured at a pile of clothes. "I think."

[halfshell_hero]

"Under your laundry, dude?" He squinted at the clothespile and considered this for a moment. "So long as your underwear isn't in there, man, it's still cool."

[dude_its_jude]

"That's the clean stuff!" Jude protested. Then he stretched over and picked the top t-shirt off the pile, sniffing it quickly. "Yeah, clean stuff."

How Jude managed to accumulate so much laundry while never appearing to change his clothes was one of the great mysteries of life.

[halfshell_hero]

Michelangelo tripped his way over to the pile and started to root around in it. "Okay, clean stuff is good, dude. The game's gotta be in here somewhere, unless it's not, huh?"

Mikey was pretty certain that this pile of laundry was clean by virtue of the fact that Jude never actually changed his clothes to give a new outfit a chance to get dirty.

[dude_its_jude]

Another mystery might be where he managed to find so many identical t-shirts.

"Yeah, totally. I, uh, never asked if you mind the mess . . ."

[halfshell_hero]

Though it was only about as mysterious as the notion of a mutant turtle owning a pair of Hawaiian-print boxer shorts that actually fit him despite the fact that he never wears clothing.

"Dude, the mess is totally cool," Mikey said with a grin. "It's, like, homey. But with more laundry."

[dude_its_jude]

"Awesome. I, uh, guess you guys don't really wear many clothes, eh?"