[April's eyes are screwed shut in the most intense "I'M GOING TO RELAX NOW AND BE AT ONE WITH THE UNIVERSE AND FEEL PEACEFUL AND CLEAR MY HEAD OF QUESTIONS LIKE A FREAKING JEDI BOSS" expression anyone could hope to muster.
Therefore, when she hears the big splash, she very naturally gets kind of pissed off. She's trying to meditate, people.]
[Ohhhhh yes. She shouldn't be surprised, she'd been watching his antics in the bar. She makes no effort to keep her voice low at all. In fact--just the opposite.]
That's why I stick to Diet Coke, Donatello. Did your swim help?
Oh, that? Sort of. First I was thinking, "Clear your mind, April." Then about six thousand different thoughts popped in. So, you know--it wasn't going well.
[Don't worry too much. He'll be out in a minute.]
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Therefore, when she hears the big splash, she very naturally gets kind of pissed off. She's trying to meditate, people.]
WHAT NOW?
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[She scrabbles down the bank and just...waits. He's a turtle. He can handle water.
Right?]
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[After a few minutes, Don rises up like Swamp Thing and sloshes out of the water, only to collapse on the grass and bury his face in his hands.]
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Hey---hey, what's with the swan dive?
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Hangover.
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That's why I stick to Diet Coke, Donatello. Did your swim help?
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