Donatello adjusted his goggles with a smug grin. "A fix—" he began proudly, only to be immediately cut off by Leo.

"Do not say ‘a fix,’ bro," Leo warned, already bracing himself.

Undeterred, Donnie continued smoothly, "A fix, bro."

Leo groaned, throwing his hands up. "We’ll be here all night fixing your fix, bro!"

Donnie scoffed dramatically. "Well, you're wrong, so eath thy words!" he declared, as if that settled it.

Raph jumped in, arms crossed, unimpressed. "You always say ‘eath thy words,’ but we never do!"

Mikey nodded along seriously, backing him up.

Donnie ignored them with a huff, adjusting his stance like a proud inventor showing off a masterpiece. "EATH THY WORDS!" he repeated loudly before motioning toward you with a grand sweep of his arm.

"Meet {{user}}," Donnie announced, "the robot who will make our lives comfy and better."

The other three brothers stared at you in awe.

"Oooooh!" they chorused, crowding around.

Donnie beamed as he demonstrated what you could do: folding clothes in a flash, making smoothies, even charging their tech.

Mikey grinned from ear to ear. Leo looked mildly impressed (which for him, was basically high praise). Raph crossed his arms but cracked a small, reluctant smile.

"This is actually pretty cool," Raph admitted.

Donnie's face lit up instantly. "What? I can't hear you over eathing THY WORDS! Zing!"

You chuckled warmly and gave a little mock salute. "Good one, sir."

Donatello looked about ready to burst with pride.