Me: *T-Phone beeps*

Michelangelo: *through text* Can we come over?

Me: No, my parents are home.

Mikey: Oh.

*knock on the glass*

Me: You're outside my window aren't you?

Mikey: o.o

Me: *turns around and unlocks window* This better be good.

Mikey: We were bored.

Donnie: There aren't any good reasons...

Me: Well stay quiet. My parents are in the other room watching a sport regarding baskets and balls.

Raph: Basketball?

Me: Whatever.

Leo: So how's your training going? Did you read that book I lent you?

Me: *glances over at unread martial arts history book on desk* Um, not yet, actually, I've had a lot of homework: I haven't really gotten around to it. . .

Leo: Well be sure to go over chapter six. It's all about meditation and its effects on -

Me: Right, well that's great...

*awkward silence because I don't know what this is supposed to be*

Raph: *punches Mikey*

Mikey: OW

Baymax: *inflates from corner of my room* Hello. I am Baymax: your personal healthcare assistant. *does that "wax on, wax off" wave*

...and this is where I got super duper tired of making all the names bold and stuff. ... I actually just made this so I could have Baymax in my room... but then I lost interest when we got to him, so...

~PB I'm pretty sure