Sitting in the turtle's lair on their skate ramp, you and Michelangelo were making arts and crafts. You were a human teenager not even a week before, and now you had been mutated into something else entirely. Michelangelo knew you were still coping with the changes, and had been spending more time with you recently.

He was peeling glue off of his hand before looking at you and smiling. "How's your artwork going, dude?"