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[oom: Hearts and Minds and Urchins and Feet.]

Hurley step into the bar, a bit sweaty and his shorts are damp from the water.

"Oh. This figures," he says. "How come you keep disappearing on me, bar? That's so not cool."

It's not crazy to talk to the bar. It can hear him. D'uh.

He goes and sits down in a booth.

"Hey, buddy," he greets a waitrat. "Get me a Oreo milkshake, would ya?"

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"Oh," Hurley says. "That's like... cool, I guess."

"You guess?"

One of his eyebrows goes up.

"How am I supposed to know?" Hurley says. "I've never been a turtle!"

Both eyebrows go up while Raph's head appears to sink down ever so slightly.

"I wouldn't go sayin' that too loud. Might make it sound like you're issuin' some kinda challenge."

"...dude, seriously?" Hurley says. "Someone might just... do that?"

"I spent a week as a panda bear two weeks ago."

"...Duuuuuude," Hurley says.

"That reminds me...you ain't seen a giant beach ball rollin'round here have you?"

"Uhhh, no," Hurley says. "Should I be looking for one?"

"Not like goin' outta your way or anythin', but I kinda misplaced one."

"I'll keep an eye out," Hurley says. "It's not, like... someone all... transformed, is it?"

There's a waffling look going on.

"Not really? Kinda sorta. My sai got caught in the same whammy that turned me panda. Normally they come back on their own, but I ain't seen'em since."

He leaves off the part where not having them around makes him feel naked.

"...your what?" Hurley asks.

"Sai. Three pronged martial arts weapon. Bout yay long."

Here Raph uses his forearm as a unit of measure.

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