[Donatello emerges from his lab, sleep deprived and feral, with the aura of a man sporting a five-o-clock shadow and coffee breath, in the middle of Leonardo's Shelldon-run rehabilitation. He's probably on the treadmill? Whatever, Donnie programmed all the rehab modules into Shelldon for a reason, and that reason has finally culminated into real, quantifiable results at last, this night.]
A WEEK LATER
I've done it!