Donnie muttered to himself. Here he was, fixing the wires so they could have light in the sewers. Some parts of the city had a power outage, and it affected the sewers, too.

"Of course I'd have to fix it, those humans take forever to get the lights back on. Scoff, if I were able to live up there, everyone would marvel at my genius." Donnie spoke to himself. "I shall win many nobel prizes, I can taste-"

He feels light shine on him, and Donnie knows it's not because of the wires.