The Great Adventures of Mr. Turtle and De-Vil

Well hello there my little minions, welcome to the tales of my sovereign rule of the kingdom of Turtleania, building the country up to the economic giant it is today.

What are you talking about you sick turtle, you did not build up Turtleania, you almost destroyed it. If it had not been for me and the resistance, who knows what would have become of it? - Your beloved De-Vil

Get out of my story Mr. De-Vil, how did you even get access to this description?!

Your story? Hah! If this is your pathetic attempt at writing a self-biography, you should at least have consulted me first, as I have played an important part in your life since like the 70s! In fact, I am forbidding you of ever publishing this story! If you didn't think I would find out about your evil plan of writing a propaganda book, you were wrong! In fact, I have sent my minions to plant a bomb inside your laptop that will detonate as soon as you press "publish". Ha-Ha! Good luck trying to publish this piece of garbage now! - De-Vil

De-Vil?

Not now Mr. Turtle, I'm making my dramatic exit from your computer now.

But, De-Vil!

Spare me your beggings for mercy! I am going to take a shower now and then I have some beauty sleep to catch up on. You should try it too, Mr. Turtle. At this point, you won't even have to dress up for Halloween. Ta-ta!

Pling. De-Vil has left the description box.

Well, too bad I didn't get to tell him that I actually did know about the bomb, which my digital staff discovered and defused almost immediately after it was placed. Actually, at this very instant, one of my most trusted ninja turtles was probably busy secretely placing it in Mr. De-Vil's shower cabinet as a replacement for his clothes. He probably wouldn't mind.

Story published

Warning: This story is full of bad references, puns and weird dialogs between a turtle that is obsessed with brain surgeries and a psychotic man seeking world dominance called De-Vil. Read at your own risk.