I'm doing absolutely nothing. Crime has been going down recently. My brothers haven't come in to bug me as they're busy with their things. April is having a girl's night with Sunita. Pops is currently doing...I don't know, but I know he's home. It's weird doing nothing after all this time. I hate doing nothing, being unproductive is the worst. I NEED TO DO SOMETHING, but what?! A NEW PROJECT!
What should this new project entail? How about a new function for Tech-bo? Like a hoverboard function? No, that seems useless as I already have the flight shell. Maybe S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N has some ideas for me.
👾"Hey Sheldon?"
*crickets*
Oh right, he's still out of commission. I have to get around to fixing him up one of these days...OH THAT GIVES ME AN IDEA! I rush to my desk and recklessly rummage through my drawers. I finally found the thing I was looking for in the bottom drawer, the customized sketchbook that Mikey gifted me last Christmas. It's a nice smokey grey color with a royal purple dynamic atom molecule. There are graffiti letters in different shades of purple that spell out "Donnie's Delineations".
I skim through the pages, revisiting old blueprints, until I find a blank page to start my design process. I plop down in my chair and push any unnecessary clutter to the back of my desk.
👾"Sheldon, put my working playli...nevermind I got it"
After many eraser shavings, frustrated groans, and even throwing the sketchbook across the room, I've decided on a design. I'm quite pleased with the results, and I have to admit, I knocked it out of the ballpark. Then again, when don't I? Now that I have the blueprints out of the way, I have to consider the making of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N now.
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I need any type of metal to make the drone frame...wait, that means I have to go to REPO MANTIS SALVAGE! Repo hates my guts, especially after the cat vs pickles video. Maybe I should just wither away from boredom and nothingness...NO I CAN'T DO THAT! I, DONATELLO HAMOTO, AM A MAN OF SCIENCE, AND DO NOT GIVE UP!
I put on my purple hoodie and my downstairs. On my way to see Raph, I see Leo fail miserably on a skating trick and faceplant into the skating ramp. I laugh my ass off and Leo flips me off before I enter the training room. Just as I suspected, Raph was at the punching bag.
