A/N: Inspired by a combination of chronic insomnia, the general consensus that Leo fails most epically when it comes to the kitchen, and me being hyper out of my mind at two in the morning. In fact, this is almost a crack-fic. Almost.
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From the start, it had been rather apparent that while maybe group breakfasts weren't the wisest of ideas, they were rather comical.
For one, they all had known that Don was rather unable to function in the mornings if he hadn't had his coffee, but none of them knew how hilarious the sight of Don fumbling for his coffee was. Leo and Splinter had been the only ones not to openly start laughing, but Leo's lip had twitched upward, although one could assume (tell) that he was mentally preparing a lecture for the techno-turtle.
But that had been nearly an hour ago, and now the group had settled down, most of them either finishing up eating or just chatting. Leo, who had offered to sit on the counter so that one of the others didn't have to, was the only one sitting in silence. Although he did have a look of serious contemplation on his face as he gazed at the toaster, not even aware that Don kept shooting him glances to make sure that the leader of the turtles wasn't causing the device to spontaneously combust.
Just as Raph's and Casey's conversation about basketball teams looked like it was going to turn ugly, Leo spoke up (whether or not it was on purpose was never revealed).
"Did any of you ever notice that toasters are racist?"
Needless to say, that halted all conversation, although if one had looked closely, they would have seen Splinter give a small sigh of resignation.
"Fearless, what are ya talkin' 'bout?" Raph asked, rather confused.
"Toasters. They're very particular about what race of muffin they'll toast."
Mikey snickered while Don looked vaguely alarmed. Raph just seemed even more lost.
Leo sighed in exasperation. "They'll only toast English muffins. Try toasting an American muffin, and nope! Not going to happen! It's completely racist of them! I mean, ovens don't care what country the chicken you're baking comes from, but toasters…"
With a half-groan, half-sigh, Don head-tabled. Mikey was snickering even more, and Raph was probably going to end up needing a map. April just looked at Casey and Leatherhead for cues on how to react, while they did the same to her.
"I mean, it's rude, and not only that, but some of us happen to like our raisin bran muffins toasted!" the blue-banded turtle crossed his arms and glared at the toaster.
Everyone, including Leo, jumped when it suddenly spat sparks and began smoking.
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E/N: …like I said, meaningless humor.
