BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ suddenly woke up from a stand in a random corner of the tavern, having been tired of selling tournament trinkets. He looked around lackadaisically, trying to figure out what was happening. From what he could tell, he could see Turtles pushing out people and threatening them, evacuating them from the tavern....

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: Hey... wait one danged second here...
*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ twitched, then his eyes filled with much rage*
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: THOSE ARE MY FRIGGEN CUSTOMERS!!!! WHAT THE *BEEP* BEEPITY* BEEP* BEEP* AND YOUR MOM *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* BEEP*!...

*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ then looked over at a Microwave sitting on one of the tavern tables, making the beeping noises, and yanked it outta the wall*

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: where was I...

Turtle Henchman 1: Wot's it matter ta you, buddy? Dis place here has t'be cleared out for da new... watsa ya call em... Apartment Complex's!

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ:What?!?! And take MY business?

Turtle Henchman 2: Whatever. The point is your supposed to get out of here.

Turtle Henchman 3: Don't make us call for backup.

*BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ's face then turned into an all-knowing grin, walking up to the menacing turtle*

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ(low-scratchy voice): You ever play those RPG games with the storekeepers? you ever attack one?

Turtle Henchman 1: Er... ya...

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ(lsv): And when you do, they boast about how they ripped you off, then bust out these mean spells, big weapons, and are nearly unkillable?

*long pause*

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: That'd be ME !

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ then reached from his back sheath, swinging his Kaiser Blade as he pulled it out, followed by a large *FZZT* as it melted through the low-class turtle security, while occupying his left hand with his Platinum Pistol, quickly searching for a target...

=[TH3]Turtle Henchman 3 (on radio to) DSC Security Room=
TH3: HQ, HQ, DO YOU READ?
HQ: Loud and clear, what's the problem?
TH3: We get MULTIPLE HOSTILES! One Fled out the door after taking out some of our men, the other is still resisting!
HQ: Alright, setting an intercept course for the fleeing hostile and sending backup. Still copy?
TH3: Yes, Send them fast befo- *SCCCCCCCFZZZTTT*
HQ: Hello? Hello? GRRRR... Dang it... they don't make expendable goons like they used to...
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The tavern was in a ruckus, as Turtles were pursuing hostiles.

Ducky could be seen waving around her admin shtick, smacking many turtles asunder, yelling something about making a Turtleshell table.

Spaztic pulled out a keg from behind the counter and started drowning them in B33R, claiming to Bapitize them in the name of Shibby.

Some other taverners was beating up turtles, but they were kind of saddened because they're hits lacked the cool sound effect notations because BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ doesn't know what they are (*cough* post action sequences *cough* *cough* ).

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ looked around, and finally spotted the tavern door, with an evil grin.

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ: Hey Guys! I need some people to help nail up some boards on the entrance! I got a plan....

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Eh, short returning post, so sue me