John Bishop's Log. Entry 1.
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John Bishop's Log. Entry 2.
A new species of terrapin has been spotted on my scanners. Mutated, like the crocodilian creature long ago. They must be disposed of, swiftly and efficiently. No time to waste. The sooner all of them are killed, the less chance there is of another alien attack. With mutants like the crocodilian and terrapin animals wandering the planet, who knows what kinds of vile life could infect itself in our planet's sanctity.
John Bishop's Log. Entry 3.
After a long hiatus, I have returned and I am stronger than before. More than ever I wish to dissect and finish off the turtles once and for all. These multiverse creatures will not hide from me forever and I will wipe out all of them eventually. I just need more time.
My mission: Keep intruders away, kill the turtles.
Usually I do not care for strange people wandering around rooftops. However, when my thermal scanner reveals that you are 32 degrees Celsius, it causes my interest to pique. No human can survive at such a low body temperature. Another mutation then. Good. Silently, I raise my tranquilizer dart gun, aim and fire, letting the feathered needle stick you squarely in the neck. Within moments you will be unconscious. I step out from the shadows to let you see me just before you fall asleep.
I do nothing and ignore you.
I scowl at you. "Do you think this is a game, Donatello?" I pace around you. "You come into my lab, my sanctity and haven, and intrude, simply to ask if I have time to play with you." I scoff and laugh bitterly. "You have made a grave mistake coming to my laboratory, Donatello. I thought you were smarter than this." I snap my fingers and instantly, a large crowd of guards emerge from the shadows, guns pointed straight at you. "I am willing to play, Donatello. But you will play by my rules."