“His name was Master Spencer and he owns a dojo. Anyone would’ve slipped up and called him Master Splinter at least once.” “Mm-hmm. And what exactly would you call starting a group discussion on which Ninja Turtle everyone would be?” “Unavoidable.” Danny shook his head. “And calling dibs on being Michaelangelo?” “Practical,” I shot back. “Everyone knows he’s the best one.” Other than a muttered, “Christ,” he didn’t respond.
