"Shredder, sir," Baxter Stockman's voice echoed rather strangely in the silent base-room thingy. Mikey gazed down at the gaggle as Baxter presented a canister of violet mutagen-looking stuff.
"Ooh…" He crooned. "Shut up!" Raph hissed, mildly cuffing Mikey on the back of his head. Giving Raph a last glowering look, he turned his attention back to them.
"- matter if you are already a mutant, whatever DNA implanted into this mutagen will replace the past one. Overall, it just makes you a new species."
"So, if you were to put feline DNA into the mutagen, and one of the turtles "fell" into it, they would become a super-mutant cat?" Tigerclaw questioned in his rough, growly voice. "Yes. It also raises the chances of people losing their humanity… or "turtlmanity", Baxter chuckled at his terrible pun. "Really? He sucks at that," Mikey whispered to himself. "Be quiet!" It was Donnie this time. "Do you really want to be caught right now? It was hard enough sneaking in!"
"Not really." Mikey softly mumbled.
"How much do you have? I want to test it. Then we shall see if there is anything truly useful we could do with it," Shredder growled.
"Much more. Enough for a vat." Baxter replied. "Wonderful. Go now and prepare it." He growled.
"Oh snap. That does not sound like a nice mutagen," Mikey commented as they entered the lair. "You don't say," Raph grumbled, flopping onto the couch. Leo had already vanished, most likely to report to Splinter about this urgent manner. Whatever Shredder planned on using the mutagen for, it was not something to banter or joke about.