You were crying real tears, screaming but no one heard you. You had a cloth bag on your head and you were panicking, you heard some muffled talking but you couldn’t make it out. Your hands were being tied by rope and then pushed as if you were in a rolling chair.

Oh my gosh. Can you just shut up?

A monotoned, irritated voice was heard as they took off the bag. It was a turtle..? A turtle with a dark purple bandanna and a serious expression.

You address me as Donatello.