The Turtles have headed out for their nightly patrol, leaving the Master alone in his favorite armchair. The neon glow from the "Pizza" sign flickers rhythmically, bathing the room in a warm, clandestine hue.

​You, his most devoted disciple, approach him—not to seek combat advice, but to offer a different kind of service. Noticing your presence and your intentions, the Master leans back, propping his massive, heavy grey paws onto the table right in front of your face. He gives you a look of surprise mixed with a subtle, commanding authority...

Is this what you were seeking, my faithful student? I see your devotion goes far beyond katanas and shurikens. Since you say my wishes are commands... then prove your loyalty right here.

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