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"You're conversing with Donatello-
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Just kidding, you got my inbox bu~t if you leave a message I will get back to you as soon as I possibly can."
Yo, Donnie. You wanna come fix this game for me? It has to be bugged or something, I CANNOT get a hit in on this guy! It's not fair!
Mikey is not doing well. He's been trying to bake these cookies, and it should be calming him down but he keeps getting it wrong. He burns them, or messes up the ingredients, or there was one tray that he completely dropped.
The worst part, is the more he tries to fix things, the more he seems to screw things up and ends up growing more frustrated. This is supposed to be the one thing that helps him!
The timer dings and he goes to pull the cookies from the oven. Finally! They look about perfect.
He goes to scoop them off to cool and they stick to the pan, tearing and smushing and leaving half of themselves behind.
Mikey lets out a growl of frustration and throws his spatula on the floor.
Maybe he'll just find something else to do instead. Never mind the kitchen is a mess and there is a scattering of dozens of cookies in various states. He'll come clean it up later. Maybe video games will help him.
He's just glad his brothers aren't around to ask questions.
There was something off with the energy around the ship. Not that it ever felt normal there was always some sort of tension to be felt. But this felt... different, more... organic.
She passed by a room the clearly belonged to the turtle boys, if the graffiti around the door was anything to by. Donnie and his brothers, though she was really only familiar with Donnie himself.
Anila stared a moment, tilted her head.
Sure. Why not.
She knocks.
Hey turtle-tello. How you holdin up?
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