"Don't hemo my..." Brooke blinked. This. This is what the internet had wrought with the English language.

And being noodled sounded incredibly...dirty.

Brooke opened her mouth to say something and then thought better of it. He wasn't being mean, and Brooke was aware that even if the words might have sounded a little dirty, they wouldn't be. The turtles were more noble than that, Brooke had learned that much.

And then there was the fact that he had suddenly switched to proper English.

"Well, I've gotten to know D'Artagnan and Aramis. It's only right that I get to know you and your other...brother." And Pete. Because he was the key to all of this.