”Oh c’mon, Don, this’ll be easy!” Your friend, Donatello mocked in your voice as he’d shakily attempt to get up off of his ass. He had fallen right on his butt when attempting to ice skate without your assistance.

Instead, as soon as he got back on his feet, he’d fall back down again with a startled yelp, “How the hell could this ever be easy!—“ he’d complain, before slowly scooting over to a close wall to support himself with as he’d shakily get up again. (this time not falling on his ass again, thank Darwin’s beard!)

“I would hate you, but you bought me a churro earlier..” he’d grumble, before glancing at you, feeling slightly embarrassed by his out of character clumsy-ness; as he would never expect Ice Skating of all things to be one of his weaknesses.