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I think I'm good for now. Thanks though.

[Mikey rubs his hands together.] Ohhhh if you are passing him some food, even better. Pretend like you didn't even mean it.

[He bats his eyes.] I'm sorry Leo, I don't know why this keeps happening. [He mimes tipping over a plate and laughs.]

[Donnie can't help but laugh as well. It's nice having something to laugh at, even if it is at your absent brother's expense.]

Ohhhh he'd probably get so annoyed.

OH! Bonus points if it's messy! Dump a pizza on him or something!

[It felt like old times, being back at the lair, devising increasingly unhinged ways to pass the time and bother the brothers. It felt good. After everything. It felt really good.]

That would be a waste of a perfectly good pizza, Michael.

[But the grin on his face suggests it's still quite an open option. This is how things should be, where they can just be goofy and occasionally do dumb, inconsequential things.]

Not if it's a terrible pizza. All sauce, baby!

[He says this a little too loud with hand motions to match and all the confidence in the world.]

Or even worse, Hawaiian!

I think that's just you, Don. But the pineapple would help it look more like a real pizza...

It must have ham, otherwise it wouldn't be a proper Hawaiian pizza. [He shudders at the thought. Yech. Ham and pineapple together, why?]

Donnie. We're almost making a real pizza here. Just because you don't like it doesn't mean that it's not a waste. [He gives his brother a very pointed look.]

[Donnie makes a face before sighing. Heavily.]

Oh okay, fine. You have a point.

I think you'd make quite a fascinating Beastformer. I think I should of listened more closely to Predacon's interest with the merger of organic and cybertronic.

Do you think you'd make a good Transformer, Donnie?

[Mikey gives a dramatic bow.]

Of course I do, but thank you. You know I don't mess around when it comes to food.

....

Looks like I need to update my firewall. Hope you backed up your data.

You must be super lonely to keep bothering people like this.

Quite frankly I think I'd be amazing. Kind of had the experience already, although I would have preferred not borrowing someone else's body.

Donatello don't you dar- [ and his tablet crashes. ]

Well, if I intend to prank Leo and it involves food, then I will make sure to give you a head's up.

For all she's learned on the R2, Sarah is, at her core, an AI—a Self-Learning AI with a child's curiosity, leashed only by her willpower and five years of learning Real People behaviour.

She's seen the door to Donnie's labs so many times on her walks through the vast ship. Always wondered what lay behind it.

She wants to know. She needs to know. She must know- and driven by her programming, Sarah steps closer to the door and rests a hand on it - and starts to push with all her, not inconsiderable strength.

Will it give? She doesn't think so; the entire ship is built from sterner stuff than any organic could hope for, but she must know.

That door isn't budging. It's locked and set to only open for certain individuals or those who have the proper access code. While it's still very much a huge, standard sliding door as with any of the rooms on the R2, this one's been particularly fortified and portions of it have been accented in metallic purple.

About the same, then.

She eyes the access panel. Hmm. Clean. No minute depressions her systems detect. A hinderance. Extraneous, then, if she can't make use of it in pursuit of the goal.

Fingers find the seams of the outer casing, and soon enough, that is carefully pried open enough that Sarah can slip a cable into the guts of the intercom. She's no hacker genius spy like Mira, but she knows enough to put it to use. It shouldn't be too hard to guess the code based on the data logs, or back-ups if the main logs are wiped.

Failing that, lasers are a thing, but far more time-consuming and destructive.

and destructive. Based on her Real People data, she doubts that Donnie would enjoy it if she destroyed his things. She wants to see, not destroy.

Ever since Soundwave's chastisement of his password, Donnie's taken to changing it to a cycled key. It might be overboard for a teenager's room, but when one is surrounded by living technology, one doesn't skimp on security measures!

Speaking of which, a panel slides open on the top corner of the door, a mounted laser extruding itself from within, turning down towards the panel even as the screen suddenly comes alive before Sarah.

"Stand do- What. Sarah??" Donnie's surprised face leans back from the camera on his end. "What do you think you are doing?!"

Interesting, and Sarah drinks in the information like a drowning man breathes air.

Sarah blinks at the laser and cocks her head, the only sign of interest on an other blank face. She does not, in fact, step away from what she's doing.

"Following my programming," the AI admits with a small shrug. "This door is sealed. I want to know why. The cycle key is a clever touch. I think it'd even stump Mira for more than a few seconds. It would have taken me at least five minutes to break it, taking into account the disabling of the laser."

....It's just those hours of Sarah being Sarah.

"Uh, the door is closed because I do not want random people just wandering in here," Donnie huffs. "You are not supposed to disable anything, the whole point is for it to keep people out!"

Sighing, he reaches off to the side, and the laser folds back in shortly after. To note, there are actually multiple panels all around the upper half of the doorframe that likely conceal lasers.

"If you will kindly step away from my control panel?"

"Why? What are you hiding?"

She steps away, her eyes tracking the laser as it folds away, and then to other panels. "Oh. If I disabled one, more would come. Like the Labs when they tested reflexes, then."

It's a damn good thing the Australian is monotone. Otherwise, that would have been bright and chirpy.

"I am not hiding anything!" Just a few things but nobody need know about those. "A scientist must have their privacy if they are to be able to get anything done, am I not allowed to have my own space for that?"

And then he slaps a hand on his face, dragging it down.

"That is not the point! And no, you are wrong, they are not meant to- why am I even bothering. This isn't for fun and games!" Donnie sighs exasperatedly. "What do you want?"

Her head tilts to the left with another blink. "To know what you are keeping in there. I must know- must see. My program demands it."

Yes, that means she will stand here as long as it takes, Donnie.

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