Ninja decided to learn how to break dance. He got pretty good at it and then entered a break dance competition. He threatened and bribed the judge so he came in first place. After the competition, everyone was congratulating him on his talent. He chuckled to himself, realizing his real talent was in threatening and bribing. (Later, he went and killed the judges he had bribed for being such wimps.)

The prize, amazingly was a 2005 Laborghini Gallarado, Ninja's dream car. Ninja climbed into the car, rubbing it slowly. "Someone bring me some wax!" he yelled. When some random turtle gave him the wax, he pulled out a pistol and shot the turtle dead. Then, he went back to his car. Slowly pouring the wax onto the car, he massaged it in slowly, savouring the smooth feeling of the new car. Wriggling his way out of his pants, so that he could use the rest of his body to rub the wax into the car, thus getting the job faster. He slowly rubbed up against the Laborghini, moaning at how it touched his bare skin. Giggling, he grabbed a headlight with one hand, stroking it gently while cupping the hood with his other hand. He stroked the headlight until it began to flicker, slowly throbbing at first, then quite literally becoming a strobelight. "What the hell is wrong with his car?" said someone watching. Ninja pulled his pants back on and stepped back to admire his work. His car was dripping wet, shining in the moonlight, looking beautiful.

Then, he got into his car and started it up. It roared in a seductive way, quitely, almost a purr. It sounded almost like a moan of pleasure. Ninja put his hand down on the stick shift and shifted it into neutral. Loving the feel of an unbroken in stick shift, Ninja switched it back into park again. He did it again and again and again until at last, he could not take the excitement any longer. He floored the pedal, and sped into the street. Buildings passed by in a blur. Children dived into gutters. One senior citizen, too slow to get out of the way, was splattered all over his windshield, cracking it slightly.

Ninja got out of his car and looked into the sky. Wondering why such misfortune had became upon him, he opened the trunk and pulled out a roadflare. He pulled out the top and lit it. Opening the gas tank, he threw the flare into it, blowing the car up. Ninja was hurled a good 400 feet backwards. "Holy crap." Feeling a bit disoriented, he stood up and shook it off. He walked off towards the nearest nightclub, hoping to buy himself a drink to cure his throbbing headache.