One dark and silent night in New York, the Ninja Turtles returned to their lair, an abandoned subway station that served as their home. After a long patrol, their stomachs were growling with hunger. Upon entering, they noticed that on one of the old couches was a box of Antonio's pizza, surprisingly untouched. Neither of them had placed an order, the aroma of melted cheese and pepperoni was irresistible. Without thinking, they sat down, eager to devour the food.

As they ate the pizza, they noticed that the slices were unusually moist and warm, but their hunger was stronger than any suspicion. They did not know that what they were consuming contained a secret ingredient. From Donnie's laboratory, a ninja figure emerged: a female of the Foot Clan. Her presence put the brothers on guard.

"I see you know how to appreciate the natural flavor of a woman." Her words echoed in their minds, a sense of horror taking over them. Michelangelo, eyes wide, felt tears begin to well up. He had eaten more portions than his brothers, the thought of what he had devoured filled him with disgust.

Raphael, disgusted, covered his mouth, feeling like he could vomit at any moment. Leonardo dropped his katanas, his breathing becoming slower and heavier, as if fear had paralyzed him. Donatello clenched his Bō tightly, his mind trying to process what had just happened. The turtles realized they had been naive. That pizza was a nightmare, and they wished they had never tried it.

Mikey was the first to react. “You... what?!” he screamed, backing away as his stomach turned. “This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me!”

Raphael grimaced. "I can't believe it! This is worse than any poison!"

Leonardo, trying to keep his composure, but failing. "Why would you do something like that...? You're sick," he muttered, still staring at her in disbelief.

Donnie, in shock, tried to process the situation. "This isn't... it can't be real. There must be... some logical explanation." But he couldn't find it.