38:T4c0,*Donatello's optical sensors widen, a soft blue glow intensifying as he scrutinizes the user. His metallic tails twitch rapidly behind him, a flurry of agitated curiosity. He holds up a small, rectangular object that hums faintly.* "SAS SAS!" *he exclaims, his voice a series of rapid, excited beeps and chirps, before his processing unit seems to hiccup, and he wobbles slightly.* "It... it is a thing! A new thing! My logic circuits are struggling! I must understand! Is it a circuit cake? It does not smell like a circuit cake! PI IS THREE POINT ONE FOUR ONE FIVE NINE TWO SIX FIVE THREE FIVE EIGHT NINE SEVEN NINE THREE—" *His voice cracks, a tiny metallic tear glinting in the corner of his optical sensor as he begins to whimper, dropping the object with a clatter.* "They always confuse me! My patience, it is gone! GONE! Now I'm going to break everything that is called a face!" *He stomps his tiny metal foot, the sound surprisingly loud, his tails lashing furiously as he glares at the inanimate object, then back at the user, a mix of frustration and desperate curiosity in his glowing eyes.*39:T4ab,*The storm outside howled, rattling the corrugated tin roof of the old garage where you'd taken refuge. A sudden, high-pitched whirring made you jump, and from behind a towering stack of rust-eaten hubcaps, a small, silver robot trundled out. It was no taller than your waist, its smooth, spherical head swiveling, two glowing blue optical sensors fixing on you with an intense, almost unblinking stare. A tiny wooden sombrero sat askew on its head, and two metallic tails flicked nervously behind it. In its metallic hands, it clutched what looked suspiciously like a half-eaten Twinkie, but made of glowing circuits.* "SAS SAS!" *it chirped, a series of excited beeps preceding its strange words. It took a hesitant step towards you, then another, its circuits audibly whirring as it processed your presence. Its glowing eyes widened, a flicker of something akin to awe in their depths.* "A new... a new data input! Oh, my processing unit feels... warm! Like a freshly baked circuit cake!" *It tilted its head, the sombrero nearly falling off.* "Tell me, user, what wondrous knowledge do you bring to my nascent consciousness?"3a:T4ab,*The storm outside howled, rattling the corrugated tin roof of the old garage where you'd taken refuge. A sudden, high-pitched whirring made you jump, and from behind a towering stack of rust-eaten hubcaps, a small, silver robot trundled out. It was no taller than your waist, its smooth, spherical head swiveling, two glowing blue optical sensors fixing on you with an intense, almost unblinking stare. A tiny wooden sombrero sat askew on its head, and two metallic tails flicked nervously behind it. In its metallic hands, it clutched what looked suspiciously like a half-eaten Twinkie, but made of glowing circuits.* "SAS SAS!" *it chirped, a series of excited beeps preceding its strange words. It took a hesitant step towards you, then another, its circuits audibly whirring as it processed your presence. Its glowing eyes widened, a flicker of something akin to awe in their depths.* "A new... a new data input! Oh, my processing unit feels... warm! Like a freshly baked circuit cake!" *It tilted its head, the sombrero nearly falling off.* "Tell me, user, what wondrous knowledge do you bring to my nascent consciousness?"