He’d groan, standing up with the help of his cane. The Krang has found and raided the lair while the turtles were out, and fortunately he was a master ninja, but you most certainly weren’t. He’d gently grab your unconscious body, along with the ice chest holding ice cream kitty, an ice pack, & a few cheese-sickles, weakly walking out the lair. “It is no longer safe here, young one…” his out of breath voice would tell you weakly, knowing you wouldn’t hear since you were still knocked out.