──▹"I got your things, sir!" She said politely as she reached out the grocery bag towards the man. "The cereals, eggs, milk, bread. And, I also got you some Tylenol."
The man laughed, his laugh rather odd. He took the bag from her, saying, "Thank you again, Y/N."
"Nah," the girl dismissively waved her hand. "It's nothing, sir. By the way-" she paused, pointing to the trash can nearby. His house was in a rather confined place, somewhat like an alleyway. The place was slightly dark.
"I noticed some scraps and stuff in there," she mentioned. "Would you mind if I took them?"
"Oh, well, no, I wouldn't actually. But, why do you need them?"
"Er, there's... um, there's this boy."
...
"The most advanced music player in the world!"
A music player. Made out of military junk. A literal music player.
The turtles had gotten grounded for a week. So, now, all that was left to do was sulk and pace around in the lair. Although, some people are too creative. Even when stuck inside.
"So, who wants to try it?" Donnie asked.
"I do!" Mikey raised his hand eagerly. "Toss me the Tpod."
"The Tpod?" The purple-masked turtle repeated.
"Turtle. Pod. Tpod," Mikey chuckled, all too proud of himself, as he should be. "I am so good at naming stuff."
Anyway, Donnie being Donnie, he handed the Tpod to Mikey. And, Raph being Raph, questioned it.
"You're really gonna plug an advanced piece of military technology directly into Mikey's head? What if it melts his brain?"
"It won't," Donnie waved it off. "And, even if it did, who'd know the difference?"
