Leo: *smug* Don't bother. I changed the password.
Mikey: ....Is it pizza?
Leo: ....
*rapidly types*
It's not pizza anymore.
Mikey: Is it pizza1?
Leo: *typing as he hurriedly leaves the room*
STAY OFF MY T-PHONE-!
*That day after his brothers go to bed*
Mikey: *studies t-phone screen* *types* p i z z a 2
T-phone: *unlocks*
Mikey: *leaning against couch* Poor Leo, he's so predicable.
Leo: *steps out of shadows* What are you doing?
Mikey: YAA-