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[allmyturtles]

[Rustling and the distinct sounds of someone turning the comm over in their hands. When Splinter speaks, it's with a heavy Japanese accent.]

Ah… hello? Is this thing on? Is this…

[Beep beep boop, pressing buttons.]

Drat. Blasted device...

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[thenotmagician]

Yo.

[allmyturtles]

Ah... hello?

[thenotmagician]

Welcome t'the boat o' insanity. Trip that never ends.

I'm Zeke.

[allmyturtles]

That is an... unusual introduction.

My students refer to me as Master Splinter.

[thenotmagician]

Master Splinter, eh? You some kinda karate instructor?

[allmyturtles]

"Some kind," yes.

[How much should he really be telling people?]

I instruct my students in the martial arts.

[thenotmagician]

Sweet. Considered takin' a martial arts class once, m'self. Decided against it.

[allmyturtles]

It is a discipline that enriches all aspects, but without complete dedication it can easily become a double-edged sword.

[thenotmagician]

Don't I know that.

If y'don't pay attention t'want you've got cookin' on the stove, could end in disaster.

[allmyturtles]

[Splinter chuckles.]

You are a chef, then?

[thenotmagician]

Sure am! Cook at Sergei's on deck ten with the kid, Herz. Y'should head on down if y'get hungry. We make anything.

[allmyturtles]

[He doesn't know Splinter's a rat. Splinter knows he doesn't know he's a rat. Splinter is used to a life of Not Being Seen. But he's also very Japanese, and he cannot reject an invitation.]

Should circumstances allow, I would be honored to attend.

[thenotmagician]

[Zeke's biffles with a Naiad, had a battle with a seagull, and recently fed gumbo to a talking frog. He can handle a giant rat/human hybrid]

Great! Hope ta see y'around, then.