Thirty-Fifth Theory [Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[Donatello has been 98.7% certain that this rather bizarre experiment has passed him by, as he remained snug and warm in House 55, in accordance with the semi-natural hibernal habits of mutated terrapins. As he reflects on the past few days, though, he notices that the frequency with which his brothers have been informing him that he is spouting excessive quantities of facts and data is statistically unprecedented. He decides to test a theory.]

Someone ask me a question.

((Don's effect is that he's even more of a super-brain than usual. Please test the mun's research abilities.))

Comments

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

...Pumps. [That only makes him more confused.] Okay, so you don't know everything. Is that what you wanted me to say?

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[i_speak_softly]

No, but I do know everything. Or most of everything, within certain limits... [He veers away from that tangent.] Raph, I think the Malnosso put an encyclopedia in my head.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

Cool, I guess.

[Don would think that's cool, right? Raph doesn't know what to make of it.]

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[i_speak_softly]

Not really.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Could be worse.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Well, that's true. It's certainly not as bad as the last time they put something in his head.]

[He closes the journal.] I need to do something else for a while.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He gestures toward the direction of the dojo.]

Wanna do some trainin'?

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[i_speak_softly]

Sure. [He'll get up, abandoning his journal on the bed.]