A flying slime? This could only mean wonderful things for science. "Fascinating...truly fascinating" Singed spoke to himself as his head slowly started to intrude on the new arrival's personal space. "To think, a slime could achieve flight in such a manor. Oh Steve, I am going to science you so hard, in the way that only a man who has seen war can." Turning his attention back to his little Turtle, he spoke "Steve, get ready to jot down my notes"

"Hello!"

"What, again!? I thought I told you to bring extra!? You never know when science will strike!"

"Hello!"

"Well, that's different."

"Because I can't carry all the tools I'd need, let alone the table, everywhere I go Steve!"