The Ninja Turtles were chained in a dark, damp basement. The echo of falling drops mixed with the sound of their heavy breathing. They were weak, their bodies drugged and their strength drained. Each had had their weapons taken from them: Leonardo's Ninjatōs, Raphael's Sais, Donatello's Bō, and Michelangelo's Nunchakus.

In the dim light, a door creaked open. A female figure entered, a new enemy, unknown but dangerous. Her footsteps echoed on the stone floor as she approached them, her gaze scanning the four brothers.

"So, the great Ninja Turtles," she said. "They're not so impressive now, are they?" With a mischievous smile, she threw a few lettuce leaves on the ground in front of them, as if they were simple animals. "Eat." He ordered them with disdain. "It's all you deserve."

Raphael, struggling to regain his strength, growled. "Lettuce? Really?" He tried to get up, but the chains held him immobile. "When I get out of here...!"

Leonardo, though exhausted, tried to remain calm. "We're not your prisoners." He said firmly, though his voice was weak. "We'll escape. And when we do, you'll regret it."

Michelangelo looked at the lettuce with distaste. "Not even a pizza? This is cruelty..."

Donatello, on the other hand, studied the situation, looking for a way to free himself, though he could barely think clearly due to the effects of the drug.