Ninja opened his eyes slowly as the sun came over the horizon. He stood up and walked behind the bar, stepping over the rotting body of the late turtle bartender. On the bar, there was a newspaper. Picking it up, he read the headline.

Killer Pimp Terrorizes Carrotopia

The article was about a crazy pimp named MaGoo. Ninja didn't really pay it any mind. He walked out the door and took a look around. The night before it was really dark, so he could not appreciate the beauty of Carrotopia. Now he saw how amazing it was. The area he was in was mostly inhabited by black turtles and was pretty run down. He walked to the middle of it and saw a rich looking rabbit turning down an alley. In need of some money, he followed the rabbit down the alley in the shadows. He pulled a small switchblade out, and snuck up behind the rabbit. "Hey, homie," Ninja growled, "You look like you have a few coins on you." And with no mercy, the bounty hunter opened the switchblade and stabbed the merchant through the throat, cutting his vocal chords out. The rabbit was bleeding critically, looking like he was screaming, but couldn't. Ninja laughed as he stooped down, relieving the rabbit of his money pouch. "Oh, don't worry," Ninja chuckled, "You'll die... soon enough." And with a laugh, he stepped on the rabbits nose, breaking it, adding even more to the already unbearable pain and walking towards the end of the alley.

Once out of the alley, he looked around. He had recently stopped being a bounty hunter, as he was tired of doing jobs and pleasing other people. Now he worked for himself, and had little use for morals, or causing pain to others. He justified this by telling himself once they die it wouldn't matter to them and the pain would be over. He looked up and saw a rabbit in a purple suit with a sharp cane. Could this be the killer pimp he had read about in the newspaper earlier? Now that he thought about it, there was a picture of a rabbit who looked like this. The rabbit spoke. "Yo, homie, why tha' hell you in my way, fool?" Normally, Ninja would not tolerate any disrespect, but considering this was possibly a killer pimp who made the headlines, he decided to make conversation. "Because I walked over here, why do you think? Hey, are you that killer pimp who was in yesterday's newspaper?" Before he knew it, Ninja was on the ground. "Fool! You will respect the wrath of my almighty pimpness!" Ninja was stunned. "Yes, I AM THE KILLER PIMP WHO WAS IN YESTERDAY'S NEWSPAPER. DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM, FOOL? MY NAME IS MAGOO. I PITY THA' FOOL!" Ninja stood up, shook his head, and replied, "No, I have no problem with that. I think that's pretty cool, actually." And with that said, they walked off together towards the market. Ninja picked up an apple and was about to bite into it when he heard, "You are not able to apple mine sticky! " Whoa. "Did you hear that, MaGoo?" Ninja asked. MaGoo replied, "No fool, I didn't hear anything, you been in my crack stash cracka'?"

Ninja still considered himself a bounty hunter, even though he had stopped taking bounties. He had grown increasingly mentally unstable recently, and he realized it.