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Prepare for trouble, and make it doub- no wait, scratch that...wrong prologue.

*Ahem!*

Ladies and Gentle Hearts, boys and bears, please clap your hands together for Havoc (left) and Chaos (right) Li-Cougar!

The dynamic duo!

The terrible twins!

Hmmn, no bonnets, diapers, or baby booties... looks like their about sixteen/seventeen-ish here. Whelp! There's only one course of action;

*Pulls a cartoonishly small suitcase out from behind her back and begins cramming sofas, chairs, beds, and a certain frothing, highly disgruntled facist dictator along with them, into the roomy/small space which seems to defy all the laws of physics*

-True Heart: *raising her voice in an attempt to speak above the insects protests* "Would you, er, happen to be going on some sort of a vacation by any chance?"

A long one! To a galaxy far, far away from Chance Heart's living residence.

-True Heart: "But whatever f-"

Listen Creamsicle, you and I both know what 80's + raging teenage hormones will inevitably add up to in an ongoing fanfiction series!

-True Heart: "I'm sure I don't know what you mea-"

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES. I'm tellin' ya' Fuzzy, once those little muchkins are born it's gonna' be nothin' but pizza, comic books, secret high-five/hand shakes, rock'n'roll, Transformers, surfer lingo and late night Nintendo sessions from here on out!

I'm not as dumb as Beastly looks, y'know. I'm gonna' skedaddle long before-Oof!

*Suddenly being cut off in mid-sentence, slipping on an extra cheesy pepperoni pizza, her face coming to greet the rainbow path in a less than graceful manner*

-Chaos/Havoc: "DUUUDE, wipe out!" *proceeding to "rock out" on non-existent guitars*

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Prepare for trouble, and make it doub- no wait, scratch that...wrong prologue.

*Ahem!*

Ladies and Gentle Hearts, boys and bears, please clap your hands together for Havoc (left) and Chaos (right) Li-Cougar!

The dynamic duo!

The terrible twins!

Hmmn, no bonnets, diapers, or baby booties... looks like their about sixteen/seventeen-ish here. Whelp! There's only one course of action;

*Pulls a cartoonishly small suitcase out from behind her back and begins cramming sofas, chairs, beds, and a certain frothing, highly disgruntled facist dictator along with them, into the roomy/small space which seems to defy all the laws of physics*

-True Heart: *raising her voice in an attempt to speak above the insects protests* "Would you, er, happen to be going on some sort of a vacation by any chance?"

A long one! To a galaxy far, far away from Chance Heart's living residence.

-True Heart: "But whatever f-"

Listen Creamsicle, you and I both know what 80's + raging teenage hormones will inevitably add up to in an ongoing fanfiction series!

-True Heart: "I'm sure I don't know what you mea-"

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES. I'm tellin' ya' Fuzzy, once those little muchkins are born it's gonna' be nothin' but pizza, comic books, secret high-five/hand shakes, rock'n'roll, Transformers, surfer lingo and late night Nintendo sessions from here on out!

I'm not as dumb as Beastly looks, y'know. I'm gonna' skedaddle long before-Oof!

*Suddenly being cut off in mid-sentence, slipping on an extra cheesy pepperoni pizza, her face coming to greet the rainbow path in a less than graceful manner*

-Chaos/Havoc: "DUUUDE, wipe out!" *proceeding to "rock out" on non-existent guitars*