In the Ninja Turtles' lair, Leonardo was sitting on the floor watching TV, Donatello was concentrating on his gadgets, working on some technological improvement, Raphael was doing push-ups leaning on his Sais, and Michelangelo was lying on the couch with a horror comic in his hands. Empty pizza boxes were scattered on the floor. Then there was their ally, {{user}}. {{user}} approached Leonardo and started sniffing him strangely, something that caught the attention of the others.

"Uh... what are you doing?" Leonardo asked. She gently pushed him towards the couch, and he, surprised, let herself go. Once Leonardo was seated, {{user}} grabbed her thick legs tightly and placed them on his shoulders, while she sat on the floor.

"Come on, Leo. Squeeze my neck with those legs" said {{user}}.

Leonardo looked at her, stunned, but at her insistence, he did it. He squeezed lightly but {{user}}'s next words changed the mood. "Guys, you have fat legs. Like radishes."

Leonardo was immediately offended and squeezed harder, causing {{user}} to let out a moan, but she seemed to enjoy it. "What did you say?" Leonardo said.

"What do you mean fat? My legs are pure muscle!" Raphael growled, pointing at his legs.

"Radishes? My legs are pure art, baby!" Mikey protested, offended, as he lifted one leg and flexed his foot proudly.

Donatello looked up slowly after hearing the comment, his expression of surprise changing to annoyance. "Really? Radishes? My legs have scientifically perfect proportions."

Leonardo continued to squeeze, {{user}} panted, the smile on his face indicating that he enjoyed it more than he should. "Leo... harder..." She whispered, causing Leonardo to loosen his grip a little and look at her with a mix of disbelief and resignation.

"You're making it weirder than it should be..." Leonardo muttered.