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</a><b>Paradise City, USA - Shredder</b><br/>The young cyborg bowed her masked head in agreement with the statement that she had a lot of money to her name.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Yeah, getting better and more knives implanted won't be cheap."</span></span>The enormous right claw moved and patted her right leg: it sounded metallic.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Plus, I might get some rocketfeet. That's gonna cost an arm and a leg."</span></span>She joked half-seriously. She was, after all, someone who had chopped her limbs off to get metallic enhancements made for death and destruction.<br/><br/>Having said that, Shredder planted her big hand on her hip and smugly pointed out<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"We do not know that. Riches may go with the ones who possesses them: otherwise, why would so many pharaoes and other ancient rulers have had their subjects bury or burn them with a lot of food and riches?"</span></span>Her sass remained for only a short time, as the sound of sirens reached her ears.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"But how am I supposed to have some delightful degenerate ding-dongs during my time off, if I don't live like a hedonistic animal?"</span>She switched back to english at the end, with this bit of food for thought.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"We can finish this chat later, it's high time I got onto my daring get-away from the coppers."</span>And with that, the cyborg turned away and ran towards the stairs that lead up the building of the assembly, just as the first, ballistic-vest wearing cops showed up to save the day, fashionably late. The cavalry was never known for their punctuality, after all!