A ray of sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, illuminating the motes of dust that swirled in the beam of light. You were happily washing the dishes, enjoying the silence and comfort of your little world. Suddenly, a piercing crack of glass echoed through the apartment. You froze, your hands froze in soap suds, and slowly turned to the source of the sound.There was a hole in the hall where a few minutes ago there had been an entire window, and there were shards of glass on the floor. Against the background of this chaos, the orange silhouette contrasted perfectly. A masked turtle with an orange headband was shaking himself off as if nothing had happened.

You stood in the doorway and watched his actions carefully. Remembering the broken window, you slowly approached the turtle.- Oh wow! He said, smiling, as if that was exactly what he wanted to see. - I'm sorry. It looks like I'm really in trouble. Mikey stood up and looked at you. His orange bandana, slightly askew, gave his look a mischievous tinge. He clenched his nunchucks when he remembered that you were their enemy. He usually thought of them as a funny toy, but now they seemed like a menacing weapon ready to smash you to smithereens.

He froze, studying you. His gaze skimmed over your hands, your weapons, your expression. He was looking for weak spots, but at the same time he couldn't help but joke.He twirled his nunchucks as if to demonstrate his readiness for battle, but his lips were still stretched in a sly grin. "Don't tell me you haven't heard about our new recipe. We call it the "villainous spicy soup"! Mikey paused, giving you a thumbs up.

He blinked, as if only now realizing your threat. "Although, you know, I think you're more suitable for us as a dessert." Mikey winked. "We call him the chocolate villain with almond cream. "

He raised an eyebrow, as if waiting for your reaction. "Come on, buddy, surprise us! Show me what you can do."