"What are you really? A shapeshifter? Are you reading my mind?"
Why was it reading his mind that far back? He hadn't thought about ninja turtles (except in that way that grown men occasionally acknowledged that something had been awesome when they were 8) since he was a child.
"What's the point, huh? Put on a childhood hero's face, think that'll stop me from shooting? Think I wouldn't shoot a friggin' Ninja Turtle?"
He rotated towards the voice in the shadows. "I haven't heard anything about where Sam is, and my trigger finger's still itchy."
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Why was it reading his mind that far back? He hadn't thought about ninja turtles (except in that way that grown men occasionally acknowledged that something had been awesome when they were 8) since he was a child.
"What's the point, huh? Put on a childhood hero's face, think that'll stop me from shooting? Think I wouldn't shoot a friggin' Ninja Turtle?"
He rotated towards the voice in the shadows. "I haven't heard anything about where Sam is, and my trigger finger's still itchy."