It is the machine Donatello has no interest in, the enemy Raphael does not wish to fight, the accomplishment Michelangelo sees no boast in, and the challenge even Leonardo strives towards only through passionless duty.
It is one of many small distances in Splinter's life (necessary, if at times... wearying, to hold these fears and desires alone, to have no comfort in sibling or peer) - until a flight through a sewer, a reckless rescue, and the introduction of April O'Neil.
"Literally halved the time I spend cleaning," she enthuses as he draws the purring machine across the rug, kneels to reverently run a paw across the bright, clean fibres left in its wake, "and the triangular head is great for getting in corners; my mom thinks the pet hair attachment is overkill, but hey, I shed too, and not having to unclog the filter every fifteen minutes is so worth it - Master Splinter? Are you okay?"
TMNT 2k3; It's Just Dust in My Eye
It is one of many small distances in Splinter's life (necessary, if at times... wearying, to hold these fears and desires alone, to have no comfort in sibling or peer) - until a flight through a sewer, a reckless rescue, and the introduction of April O'Neil.
"Literally halved the time I spend cleaning," she enthuses as he draws the purring machine across the rug, kneels to reverently run a paw across the bright, clean fibres left in its wake, "and the triangular head is great for getting in corners; my mom thinks the pet hair attachment is overkill, but hey, I shed too, and not having to unclog the filter every fifteen minutes is so worth it - Master Splinter? Are you okay?"