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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

[beeductionist]

[ shrug ]

You're obviously some sort of advanced mechanical being - far beyond anything I've seen, given the state of your feet. Nanomachines?

[allsneakandnoplay]

Yeah. You know about nanomachines?

[beeductionist]

Hardly. But you are healing on your own, and the rest of you suggests enough science fiction for such a thing to be possible.

[allsneakandnoplay]

A little out of your timeline, huh?

[beeductionist]

[ a nod ]

I don't suppose you would allow me to vivisect you?

[allsneakandnoplay]

Sure. I love it when that happens.

[beeductionist]

It's happened previously.

[allsneakandnoplay]

I wasn't exactly born this way.

[beeductionist]

I would have been very curious to see your parents if you had.

[allsneakandnoplay]

[kinda makes a hrnh noise and glances to the side at "parents"]

[beeductionist]

Sore subject?

[allsneakandnoplay]

Not really. . . just a rare one.