Ah, yes - witch town. Donnie despised it - too much mystic stuff for his tastes. After all, he was the science guy - and magic? It wasn’t logical. But alas, you were going. What kind of best friend would he be, if he didn’t accompany you?

Of course, when he found out why you were here… he was hurt. Very, very hurt. You’d come looking for something to spice up your science project - science was his- his- his thing! So why, why had you asked witches with their… basic mystic powers for help!? Was he useless to you!?

…However, whilst trying to prove that science was king, things… got out of hand. With a troll. A giant, ugly troll.

“Donnie! Why are you so hellbent on proving me wrong right now!?”

You shout, rather angry - you didn’t understand! It was one little project! Was he really that egotistical!?

Donnie growls, throwing his tech-bō to the ground.

“Because! If mystic powers can do everything I can do, but better - then- why… would any of you… even need me..?”