Nineteen days passed, and we were close to leaving the camp.
Jade: *Sitting at desk* siguiente in line please.
Shining Armor: *disguised as a griffon* Heil Robotnik!
Jade: Wie alt sind Sie?
Shining Armor: Fünfundzwanzig Jahre alt fraulein.
Jade: Wann haben Sie Nazi-Kräfte zu bündeln?
Shining Armor: Vor fünf Monaten.
Jade: Your German is good.
Shining Armor: Well, thanks I...
Jade: Aww, don't fall for that trick Shining Armor! It's the easiest way to pick up a suspect. Remember, german always.
Shining Armor: tu got it *Walks away*
Inside Brewster's room
Brewster: *Wearing a grey suit. Walking while counting his hoofsteps, then stops at door, while placing pin on floor. He goes back to where he started, counting his hoofsteps as he goes to the door, and then he picks up the pin. After that, he sets it back down where it was, then sits in his bed*
The door opens.
Brewster: Bartholo-
Shredder: *Comes in wearing suit similar to Brewster's* No, it's just me.
Brewster: What do tu think of my clothing?
Shredder: *Sees Brewster's grey suit* It's good. Brewster?
Brewster: Yes?
Shredder: How do tu like mine?
Brewster: It's good.
Shredder: Thanks *Sits down*
Bartholomew: *Arrives* Brewster, I want to tell you, that if it weren't for you, we wouldn't be ready.
Brewster: Thank tu sir.
Bartholomew: It's a real honor working with you.
Brewster: That's good to hear. *Notices Bartholomew is frowning* What's the matter?
Bartholomew: tu can't go.
Brewster: What?
Bartholomew: It's too risky.
Brewster: Why can't I go?
Bartholomew: Because tu can't see your own hoof in front of your face.
Brewster: That's ridiculous. I can see perfectly. I can see perfectly! Like that pin on the floor. Does that satisfy you?
Bartholomew: What pin? Where?
Brewster: *Walks to pin, and picks it up*
Bartholomew: Alright. Can tu see my leg?
Brewster: Yes.
Bartholomew: *Sticks out leg*Walk towards it.
Brewster: *walks towards Bartholomew's leg*
Bartholomew: *Trips Brewster*
Brewster: *Falls on floor*
Bartholomew: That was a good try.
Brewster: *sits down*
Bartholomew: I'm sorry to bring tu this last minuto let down, but it's too risky for you.
Shredder: Don't tu think that's Brewster's decision?
Bartholomew: No.
Shredder: Come on Bart, we all know the score here, o at least me, and Brewster do.
Bartholomew: Score? What score?
Shredder: We all know that the only reason tu want all of us to escape is so that the British will win the war, now that's fine, it's fine. But once we get passed that fence, what are tu going to do?
Bartholomew: Anything tu would do.
Shredder: Go inicial to see my friends, and family.
Bartholomew: Good christ man, do tu really think I don't care about my friends, and family back home?
Shredder: What about Brewster's friends, and family? How would they feel if they never saw him again?
Bartholomew: I don't know, but I can tell tu that a blind poni, pony is a hazard to the operation, and must be left behind.
Shredder: Alright. tu wanna talk about hazards? Let's talk about hazards, let's talk about you. You're the biggest hazard we got. The changelings have tu marked. Nopony dicho tu couldn't go.
Bartholomew: That's true, I have thought of the changelings, but Brewster is blind.
Shredder: Brewster isn't blind as long as he's with me. And he's going with me!
Bartholomew: Is that alright with tu Brewster?
Brewster: Yes.
Bartholomew: Then it's settled. *Leaves room*
Brewster: Actually, he's quite right. I really shouldn't go. I can see things up close, but you're far away. You're just a blur.
Shredder: I know, but I think we can make it. Why don't we have some tea?
Brewster: Okay.
2 B continued
Jade: *Sitting at desk* siguiente in line please.
Shining Armor: *disguised as a griffon* Heil Robotnik!
Jade: Wie alt sind Sie?
Shining Armor: Fünfundzwanzig Jahre alt fraulein.
Jade: Wann haben Sie Nazi-Kräfte zu bündeln?
Shining Armor: Vor fünf Monaten.
Jade: Your German is good.
Shining Armor: Well, thanks I...
Jade: Aww, don't fall for that trick Shining Armor! It's the easiest way to pick up a suspect. Remember, german always.
Shining Armor: tu got it *Walks away*
Inside Brewster's room
Brewster: *Wearing a grey suit. Walking while counting his hoofsteps, then stops at door, while placing pin on floor. He goes back to where he started, counting his hoofsteps as he goes to the door, and then he picks up the pin. After that, he sets it back down where it was, then sits in his bed*
The door opens.
Brewster: Bartholo-
Shredder: *Comes in wearing suit similar to Brewster's* No, it's just me.
Brewster: What do tu think of my clothing?
Shredder: *Sees Brewster's grey suit* It's good. Brewster?
Brewster: Yes?
Shredder: How do tu like mine?
Brewster: It's good.
Shredder: Thanks *Sits down*
Bartholomew: *Arrives* Brewster, I want to tell you, that if it weren't for you, we wouldn't be ready.
Brewster: Thank tu sir.
Bartholomew: It's a real honor working with you.
Brewster: That's good to hear. *Notices Bartholomew is frowning* What's the matter?
Bartholomew: tu can't go.
Brewster: What?
Bartholomew: It's too risky.
Brewster: Why can't I go?
Bartholomew: Because tu can't see your own hoof in front of your face.
Brewster: That's ridiculous. I can see perfectly. I can see perfectly! Like that pin on the floor. Does that satisfy you?
Bartholomew: What pin? Where?
Brewster: *Walks to pin, and picks it up*
Bartholomew: Alright. Can tu see my leg?
Brewster: Yes.
Bartholomew: *Sticks out leg*Walk towards it.
Brewster: *walks towards Bartholomew's leg*
Bartholomew: *Trips Brewster*
Brewster: *Falls on floor*
Bartholomew: That was a good try.
Brewster: *sits down*
Bartholomew: I'm sorry to bring tu this last minuto let down, but it's too risky for you.
Shredder: Don't tu think that's Brewster's decision?
Bartholomew: No.
Shredder: Come on Bart, we all know the score here, o at least me, and Brewster do.
Bartholomew: Score? What score?
Shredder: We all know that the only reason tu want all of us to escape is so that the British will win the war, now that's fine, it's fine. But once we get passed that fence, what are tu going to do?
Bartholomew: Anything tu would do.
Shredder: Go inicial to see my friends, and family.
Bartholomew: Good christ man, do tu really think I don't care about my friends, and family back home?
Shredder: What about Brewster's friends, and family? How would they feel if they never saw him again?
Bartholomew: I don't know, but I can tell tu that a blind poni, pony is a hazard to the operation, and must be left behind.
Shredder: Alright. tu wanna talk about hazards? Let's talk about hazards, let's talk about you. You're the biggest hazard we got. The changelings have tu marked. Nopony dicho tu couldn't go.
Bartholomew: That's true, I have thought of the changelings, but Brewster is blind.
Shredder: Brewster isn't blind as long as he's with me. And he's going with me!
Bartholomew: Is that alright with tu Brewster?
Brewster: Yes.
Bartholomew: Then it's settled. *Leaves room*
Brewster: Actually, he's quite right. I really shouldn't go. I can see things up close, but you're far away. You're just a blur.
Shredder: I know, but I think we can make it. Why don't we have some tea?
Brewster: Okay.
2 B continued
