Heroes in a Half Shell
You follow master Splinter into a tunnel which is rarely used by you ad your team of mutants. It is quiet in this tunnel save for the onrush of sewage and the occasional drip from the cieling. Master Splinter does not talk for quite some time and the two of you walk together in silence, mutant rat and mutant turtle.
"Donatello..." Splinter begins as though he is looking for the right words.
"Sensai," You interrupt as politely as possable, "I know the effects of my miscalculations are a burden, and I apologize for the damage that I have done, but the hyperspeed formula will have such a profound impact on our fighting ability that it has to be worth it."
"That is not-" He begins, but you interrupt him again.
"Could you imagine Shredder and Krang trying to combat us with that on our side? They wouldn't have a chance against us. And we would be presented with the opportunity to get rid of them once and for all."
"Donatello, the hyper speed formula is not the problem. You are the problem." He says to you. His words stun you.
"What do you mean?" You ask. Is he saying you are an inadequate scientist? Is he saying that you aren't smart enough or careful enough to do it?
"I cannot allow you to work with such hazerdous chemicals until you are able to kick your marijuana habit." He says to you.
What?!? He thinks you are the stoner in the bunch!?! Damn that Michelangelo and Casey Jones!! Damn them to hell!!
"The hyperspeed formula is far too delicate for a someone in a marijuana haze to work with. And I will not subject anyone else to your destructive ways." He tells you.
"But-" You try to explain, but he lays a hand on your shoulder and fixes you with a gaze that makes you fall silent.
"Donatello. If you want help, I am here for you. Your turtle brothers will be there for you as well. You cannot allow your mind to be clouded with herbs as your go through your daily life. Chemicals such as the THC found in marijuana are for recreation only. They are not intended to be used on a daily basis as they have a tendency to make you lazy, slow your reflexes, and inhibit your thought process. Control yourself, Donatello. For if you do not have control over yourself, who can?"
Having said that he turns around and begins to walk away, leaving you dumb founded. He actualy believes that you are the one who is smoking the pot! How much bullshit is that?!
"Donatello..." Splinter begins as though he is looking for the right words.
"Sensai," You interrupt as politely as possable, "I know the effects of my miscalculations are a burden, and I apologize for the damage that I have done, but the hyperspeed formula will have such a profound impact on our fighting ability that it has to be worth it."
"That is not-" He begins, but you interrupt him again.
"Could you imagine Shredder and Krang trying to combat us with that on our side? They wouldn't have a chance against us. And we would be presented with the opportunity to get rid of them once and for all."
"Donatello, the hyper speed formula is not the problem. You are the problem." He says to you. His words stun you.
"What do you mean?" You ask. Is he saying you are an inadequate scientist? Is he saying that you aren't smart enough or careful enough to do it?
"I cannot allow you to work with such hazerdous chemicals until you are able to kick your marijuana habit." He says to you.
What?!? He thinks you are the stoner in the bunch!?! Damn that Michelangelo and Casey Jones!! Damn them to hell!!
"The hyperspeed formula is far too delicate for a someone in a marijuana haze to work with. And I will not subject anyone else to your destructive ways." He tells you.
"But-" You try to explain, but he lays a hand on your shoulder and fixes you with a gaze that makes you fall silent.
"Donatello. If you want help, I am here for you. Your turtle brothers will be there for you as well. You cannot allow your mind to be clouded with herbs as your go through your daily life. Chemicals such as the THC found in marijuana are for recreation only. They are not intended to be used on a daily basis as they have a tendency to make you lazy, slow your reflexes, and inhibit your thought process. Control yourself, Donatello. For if you do not have control over yourself, who can?"
Having said that he turns around and begins to walk away, leaving you dumb founded. He actualy believes that you are the one who is smoking the pot! How much bullshit is that?!