Heroes in a Half Shell
You don't even reply, you just run off through the paths between junk-heaps and hope that Raphael can keep up. He keeps up just fine you see as you glance back over your shoulder. The dogs are keeping up as well.
Looking ahead you notice that the path will soon be coming to an end, your way blocked by a large stack of crushed vehicles. Without slowing your pace in the least, you press on, leaping up into the air to land on the side of the scrap heap. You climb it with a speed unbefitting a turtle and soon reach the top. Raphael joins you soon enough and sits beside you atop the ancient cadillac hood. You look down on the dogs who bark and growl and foam at the mouth while desperatley jumping at the stack of cars only to bounce off the side and fall back to the ground.
Raphael spits down upon them from above and you watch as the wad of saliva and phlegm drops some twenty feet to land on one of the dogs heads. He laughs and holds his hand out to you for a high five. You don't give it to him.
"You are such an asshole, Raph." You say to him.
"Better an asshole than a fucking druggie." He says to you.
Great! He's on that again. Part of you wants to protect Michaelangelo, but another part of you wants to clear your name. You're still not sure if you should tell Raphael about finding Michaelangelo and Casey in your smoke filled laboratory.
"Donatello," He says to you, standing up and pointing, "over there!"
You stand as well and follow his gesture to find an old Neutrino junker atop another scrap pile a few dozen yards away. Hopefully the dilithium generator will still be in good enough shape to use on the hoverboard.
"That's perfect." You say to Raphael.
"Yeah, I guess. But what if it's one of the old ones that runs on plutonium?" He asks. It's moments like these that exemplify how undereducated your companions are, or rather how educated you are.
"If it were plutonium it would have been blown to kingdom come when it was collided with whatever it collided with." You explain.
"Most likely the side of a building, the way those Neutrinos drive." He says sardonicaly. You can't help but agree.
"Well let's get over there and dismantle the generator." You say to him.
"One problem with that, Don." He says to you, peering over the side of the hood on which you both stand. You follow his gaze and see the three dogs staring up at you and waiting patiently below.
Looking ahead you notice that the path will soon be coming to an end, your way blocked by a large stack of crushed vehicles. Without slowing your pace in the least, you press on, leaping up into the air to land on the side of the scrap heap. You climb it with a speed unbefitting a turtle and soon reach the top. Raphael joins you soon enough and sits beside you atop the ancient cadillac hood. You look down on the dogs who bark and growl and foam at the mouth while desperatley jumping at the stack of cars only to bounce off the side and fall back to the ground.
Raphael spits down upon them from above and you watch as the wad of saliva and phlegm drops some twenty feet to land on one of the dogs heads. He laughs and holds his hand out to you for a high five. You don't give it to him.
"You are such an asshole, Raph." You say to him.
"Better an asshole than a fucking druggie." He says to you.
Great! He's on that again. Part of you wants to protect Michaelangelo, but another part of you wants to clear your name. You're still not sure if you should tell Raphael about finding Michaelangelo and Casey in your smoke filled laboratory.
"Donatello," He says to you, standing up and pointing, "over there!"
You stand as well and follow his gesture to find an old Neutrino junker atop another scrap pile a few dozen yards away. Hopefully the dilithium generator will still be in good enough shape to use on the hoverboard.
"That's perfect." You say to Raphael.
"Yeah, I guess. But what if it's one of the old ones that runs on plutonium?" He asks. It's moments like these that exemplify how undereducated your companions are, or rather how educated you are.
"If it were plutonium it would have been blown to kingdom come when it was collided with whatever it collided with." You explain.
"Most likely the side of a building, the way those Neutrinos drive." He says sardonicaly. You can't help but agree.
"Well let's get over there and dismantle the generator." You say to him.
"One problem with that, Don." He says to you, peering over the side of the hood on which you both stand. You follow his gaze and see the three dogs staring up at you and waiting patiently below.