Не моё, но как представлю это чудо)) В...

Not mine, but how can I imagine this miracle))

As a child, he loved to watch cartoons about Ninja Turtles. Well, who didn't love?
And here, in a film, the other day they showed about them. I wanted to buy. I bought it. Like a funny creature. There is no benefit from it, but no harm either. Bliiin. Better to buy fish. This animal took six months of my life ...

Not only is it nerdy, comatose, I would even say, it also gets confused underfoot. And he does not sleep at night. Nope. Something is scraping, rustling in corners all the time, briamka with something, or eats constantly, or even rests its tower against the wall, and slips until morning. She has no reverse gear. And I want to sleep. And then there are two options, either get up, push your wife, turn on the light, raise the bed, find this bulldozer and hit it on the neck, or love and endure while this creature is quiet. In the morning. Well, at night, it happens, you have to go to the outhouse, or to the refrigerator, get some money, go, and then this animal, madly in the darkness, crawls. I stumble, I fall, if not to strangle the foul creature. The spouse is generally frightened, unaccustomed yet ...

To mark the creature in the night, I screwed a battery and an LED onto the roof in a flashing mode. Now at night I have a moon rover under my beds, it shines like that, pew-pew-pew. It can be seen well asleep. But still, it will rest on its horn and skid. I thought why would it be. Doper. Try to drive a car in the dark, what, huh? Here. I stuck a super bright LED on her shoulder. Headlights, look like. Immediately it became spakane. Crawling now, and she can see everything. And then she wandered in the dark like a blind muskrat.

So I solved one problem. Armor is good. Tokma is too slow this lunar rover goes. Yeah. Then, I attached little wheels to her from below. The turtle was perverted, it was crazy, from such speeds, accelerations and prospects, and then nothing, got used to it. I even learned to ride a little. You put her on the floor, you set the direction, she paddles with her paws. Anything expensive to look at. At night she even has some maneuvers, under the wardrobes and the beds. Fun, bastard.

Current guests are sometimes pugayuzza. They sit, and here it rolls out from under the sofa in lamps and on wheels, turns its tower importantly, estimates the route, and rolls in the other direction. The guests are shocked, the turtle too.

Who said they were bezmogzov, eh? Figo. Teased her somehow. He poked at his mug with his finger, and it doesn’t have time to bite me until it figured out what and how. Well, he poked it on the floor and lowered it. On casters. It rolled a little, I forgot. Then this bastard, with its headlights highlighted me, crept up from the corner while I was watching a movie and grabbed my little finger! Think about it now, whether she has a brain or not.

Once I almost lost her, really. Let's go to nature, have a drink and a snack, and my comatose crawled into the grass. It does not respond to screams, and it itself will not crawl back. There are so many nishtyaks around! Gobies there, chips. They found it somehow later, it just ate shoto at the trash can. Nitsche. I then stuck a McDonald's flag on her roof with plasticine. Now crawling on the grass with a bright flag - you can always see it! ...