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[snappingturtle]

[So, after a hard morning of adventuring, our heroes are having a much needed rest back at the inns with their prizes. Some people may be busily chatting over the different robot parts that were found scattered across the city, but the turtles have bigger fish to fry.

Literally.

The kitchen of the Sword, Shield, and Spear is a flurry of activity and delicious smells in between Rapunzel flitting about and Mikey and Raph following after her to give basic instructions. The construction of pizza is an art after all.]

It's real easy! I mean—I don't get the dough, but the important thing to remember is dough, sauce, toppings. The dough's just to hold everything else together.

Comments

[snappingturtle]

It was still freakin' crazy . . . And what was with that weird voice you used?

[allsneakandnoplay]

[hnf]

... Don't worry about it. And it's less crazy than you think with this body of mine.

[snappingturtle]

Yeah . . . Just how much is robot?

[allsneakandnoplay]

[taps his jaw with a knife and then tilts the blade down in a vague gesture.]

Here down.

[snappingturtle]

Seriously?!

[allsneakandnoplay]

Yep. You're looking at a cyborg.

[snappingturtle]

Donnie would have a field day with you!

[allsneakandnoplay]

[h-hf]

Likes tech, huh?

[snappingturtle]

He'd marry it if he could.

[allsneakandnoplay]

Already called for.

[jabs his heel, picks out some metal =\]

Eugh... this had better still absorb shock...

[snappingturtle]

Can you fix it if it doesn't?

[allsneakandnoplay]

Yeah, but I'd rather save that for something more serious.