[Donatello considers, then just rolls his eyes and shucks off his shirt. It's uncomfortable, and he's not used to wearing one anyway. He lets it fall to the side before jumping on top of one of the poles on one end of the arena.
(He is fucking ripped. More ripped than any egghead has a right to be.)
He gestures to a pole on the very opposite side of the arena before taking a penny out of his pocket, flipping the coin in his hand as he balances on one foot. The pipes are uncomfortable pressed against the sole of his foot, but dealing with discomfort is part of the game.]
You take your place, and then you need to take this coin from my hand. You can't touch anything but me, the coin, and one pipe at a time, and you can't knock any of the pipes over. Ready?
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(He is fucking ripped. More ripped than any egghead has a right to be.)
He gestures to a pole on the very opposite side of the arena before taking a penny out of his pocket, flipping the coin in his hand as he balances on one foot. The pipes are uncomfortable pressed against the sole of his foot, but dealing with discomfort is part of the game.]
You take your place, and then you need to take this coin from my hand. You can't touch anything but me, the coin, and one pipe at a time, and you can't knock any of the pipes over. Ready?