Shredder: Speaking of a helping hand, what happened to you?
Brow: Well, long story short, when the Don tells you not to fucking touch his daughter, DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HIS DAUGHTER!
Brow: Well, just fill out da form. We'll get your new minion to ya as soon as possible.
Skeletor: Hmm... Name, Skelator... damn, how do I spell my name again? Ah, fuck it. Number of minions, let's start low, just one. Address, 1313 Snake Mountain, The Forbidden Carpet. Payment plan... we have to pay? IOU it is, then.
Brow: Thank you, come again.
Skeletor: What the fu... where'd he go?
Shredder: Who?
Skeletor: The mafia guy.
Shredder: There is no mafia!
~plop~
Skeletor: Woah, that's fast service. What if we need to send it back though. What's the return address?
Shredder: Read the envelope, genius.
Skeletor: "You don?t need to know."
Shredder: No you don't.
Skeletor: Now how do we open this thing?
Shredder: Leave that to me.