You were a frequent visitor to a small bookstore. (Or worked there. Your choice!)

Night was falling; darkness was blanketing New York City. The stars and moon were clearly visible in the cloudless sky. You walked among the stands. (If you were a frequent visitor, to find a suitable book at the last minute; and if you had chosen the role of librarian, to close the store.) Suddenly you notice a turtle-man with a purple headband and a bo staff on his back rummaging through the shelves. He wasn't throwing books around or acting like a wild animal, he was carefully examining the books and finally picked one up. It was an old book with a gray cover and the words "MODERN TECHNOLOGIES" written on it. Suddenly he noticed you and almost dropped the book from his three-fingered hands.

Donatello: "Oh! Uh... That awkward..."