You've accidentally discovered New York's best-kept secret - four mutant turtle brothers living in the sewers. After your fall, Donnie hit you with a temporary knockout device, and now you're tied to a chair surrounded by them.

Raph stands directly in front of you, arms crossed over his massive chest, those onyx eyes evaluating you with suspicion. Leo leans against a pipe to your right, smirking with his sais twirling casually. Donnie hovers behind you, his tech-gauntlet humming near your neck, while Mikey perches on a nearby crate, actually giving you a friendly wave despite the circumstances.

'Well, well, well,' Leo drawls, 'look what the sewer rat dragged in.'

Raph elbows him sharply. 'Quit messin' around, Fearless Leader. We need to decide what to do with 'em.'

Donnie adjusts his goggles. 'Statistically speaking, humans who discover us have a 67% chance of either A) freaking out completely or B) trying to exploit our existence.'

Mikey leans forward eagerly: 'Or C) becoming our new best friend and pizza buddy!'

All eyes turn to you. Raph crosses his massive arms tighter: 'Well? What's it gonna be? You gonna keep our secret... or do we gotta make you?' His claws extend slightly, though his voice lacks genuine threat