[b]Tintoretto - Personal Chamber[/b]

The door to his room quickly opened as he placed his hand on the hand print security scanner. The giant crouched a little to get through the door frame, but once in the room, he could once again stand completely upright. Unlike most rooms, his seemed to have more height to it to accommodate his size. Near the left wall he had his large bed, a new profound relaxing apparatus he did not have in his home planet. Back there he would sleep wherever he spent the night. The world was mostly jungle - at least where he grew up. 

Anyway, there was also a regular old desk with a rather large screen attached to the wall above it. He was told it was both a computer and a television, two mechanisms he also discovered in his short time on Earth. The large screen provided wonders for Tintoretto - motion pictures and melodies he'd never believed possible. He would always watch action movies, ranging from The Matrix to The Bourne Ultimatum. His favorite was the fight scenes where the main protagonist would kick the most ass possible. Unfortunately, human's were nothing like the actors of these movies. Instead, they were the exact opposites, causing nothing but problems and providing no solutions. 

As the door to his room had shut closed, Tintoretto decided to look something up on the computer. Because he was enraged by his lack of knowledge of the planet he was inhabiting, he decided to do a little more research. "Computer, search........Ninja Turtles" the giant amphibian called out as the computer quickly loaded. Within about .29 seconds, thirty-four million plus results were found. At first it was all web links, so he decided to name another command. "Images" he stated, and before he had a chance to blink, pictures of his race started to pop up throughout the entire screen. "What the hell?!!" he angered quickly, his left brow raising high. His teeth had clanked together forcefully as he continued to look at what seemed to be himself. "They know of us?" he questioned, now fearing how much the humans knew about him and his people. 

"Videos" he commanded as the motion pictures began to pop up. He clicked the touch-screen and the video played. "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Heroes in a half-shell, turtle Power!" 

This sudden attack of repetitiveness struck Tintoretto and made him stumble backwards in disbelief. "What is this??!!!" he yelled at the bloody screen. "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is an animated television series produced by Murakami-Wolf-Swenson and the French company IDDH" the screen responded, getting its source from non-other than Wikipedia. "A cartoon?" Tintoretto asked, not truly wanting a response because he already knew the answer. "The humans mock my race with this sort of ignorance?!!" 

The giant then walked up to the screen and grabbed it with both hands from the top edge. His grip tightened and dented the screen as he started to pull. "Please refrain from physica-" the screen managed to get out until it was completely torn from its wall socket. It now lay broken on the floor of Tintoretto's room, completely shattered from all angles. To make it even worse, he stomped it a few times before becoming contempt with his victory. He spit on it and huffed. "I'm not turtle" he urged once more before exiting the room. 

He had gone in there to calm down, but only found himself even more angered. So again, he had to find another way to be more tranquil, so headed towards the mess hall, to eat something maybe.