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The Ninja Team winds down after a long day of rebuilding the City and schoolwork. In the corner of the warehouse, Cole, or as the Dark Lord likes to call him, "DJ Homework," was laying on a bench, extremely exhausted. Zane, or the "Totally normal teenager," carefully walked over with a slice of cake which was perfectly in a precise 40 degree angle.
With an instinct that the Earth ninja was hungry, Zane extended his hands which was holding the slice of cake to him. "Cole Brookstone, your calorie intake has fallen short. Please accept his sugary slice of chocolate cake cut at a forty degree angle." Cole smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks, Zane. You're the best." He said. As the Earth Ninja accepted the slice of cake, reaching for it, his calloused, dirt-stained hands brushed against the nindroid's cold hand. Zane did not pull away. Instead of pulling away, his digital eyes lit up as the sweet atmosphere draped over the two. The Ice Ninja tilted his hand exactly three degrees, his cooling fans humming softly.
CRASH!
The two ninja's looked over at the locker room door, it was not just opened, it flew off its hinges by two of the Dark Lord's hands. The Lord walked in wearing a white robe, lighting up his dark body. He held a bottle of hairspray and a lighter. "Well, well! If it isn't the infamous DJ Homework and his 'Totally Normal Teenager' boyfriend!" Garmadon boomed, pointing two fingers at them.
Cole Brookstone's face turned a deep shade of crimson, his eyes widening in embarrassment. "Garmadon! Get out, we're only sharing a sandwich!" He squeaked out of embarrassment. The warlord laughed deeply, causing the couple's faces to grow more flustered. "Well, DJ Homework. If 'sharing a sandwich' includes hands lingering for far too long, then be my guest!"
"Lord Garmadon." The Ice Ninja started. "My systems indicate that-"
"Don't even start, 'Totally Normal Teenager'!" Garmadon hissed, one of his hands waving in dismiss. "I don't need to hear your mathematical calculations on how deep you can kiss your boyfriend, Ice Ninja." Zane's digital face turned a bright shade of neon pink. "A...According to my calculations, Cole Brookstone can go exactly four centimeters, or one and five hundred seventy-five thousandths deep into his partners mouth. Based off my observations and personal experience-"
Lord Garmadon's hairspray slipped through his hands. "PERSONAL EXPERIENCE?" He yelled out, his jaw lower than Cole's grades. The warlord laughed deeply at Zane's calculations. "Don't even tell me more, that already sounds disgusting! Exactly four centimeters? Don't tell me, 'Totally Normal Teenager,' whenever you kiss your beloved 'DJ Homework,' you aren't calculating how deep he goes? Is that boy that bad of a kisser?! Yikes, DJ Homework!" Garmadon says through stifled laughter.
"Hey!" Cole angrily called out. "I'm not a bad kisser! Just because Zane knows how..deep..I go," Cole said through his gritted teeth, "Doesn't mean I'm a bad kisser! Zane makes calculations all the time. Tell him, Zane! Tell him!"
Zane's gears turned violently, processing the commands and argument in his vision. "Cole Brookstone is not a bad kisser. My systems constantly make calculations for whenever it is needed, the depth of Cole's kissing has its own separate space in my humanoid brain." The nindroid said, his head tilting three degrees to the side.
The Dark Lord choked on his own saliva. "WOW. You hear that, DJ Homework?! You're apparently such a good kisser it's engraved in the Ice Ninja's memory!" The Earth Ninja's face turned a deeper shade of crimson, a sweat beading down his face. "Don't start, Garmadon! We're leaving. Come on, Zane." Cole said, dragging his nindroid boyfriend out the busted down door.
"Coming. No pun intended." Zane mechanically said as he gets dragged out, and Lord Garmadon lets out a "gross."