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Donatello walked over to the computer and cracked his knuckles, staring at the computer in satisfaction. "Ah, isn't she a beaut (short for "beauty")? I could definitely work with something like this."
Raphael paced around the room, a hand cupped under his chin. He bowed to the floor in contemplation of the thugs, then with a swift movement of the leg, kicked the plastic cup of yogurt across the room. "I want to get to those *ssholes as soon as possible. And the hole on the roof? That needs to be explained as well. Donny, you better be the best analyzer you can be at the comput-a-ma-thingy." Raphael growled in verocity.
"You can count on that," Donatello replied with an eased tone in his voice. "With me behind the screen, nothing but good things can come about this."
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