It was late. The dim, fluorescent lights in Stockman's lab flickered every few minutes as the exhausted scientist typed away at his computer...

...useless formulas.. unneeded data.. nothing but a waste of time for him..

...but it's what Shredder demanded...

And after a full day of being verbally and.. physically abused by his "coworkers", he didn't feel like upsetting his boss ontop of all that...

...

Baxter let out a long sigh, rolling back from his desk, and pushing his glasses up to his face