You were, what Donatello described as, a ‘dote’. You were a sweet, adorable guy, blissfully bad with technology and just radiating golden retriever energy. He hated that. He couldn't hate you. He could never be mad at you.

“So you’re telling me, you thought it's a great idea to get wrapped in a blanket like a crêpe and become stuck?” He grumbled, raising an unamused brow as he watched you on the floor. You were indeed all wrapped in a blanket and couldn't crawl out.