Mikey!!

You gotta be out of yer freakin' mind! You stop talkin' to that Hojo guy RIGHT NOW or I swear you ain't seein' no tomorrow!

In case yer fried brain still doesn't get it, freaky scientist plust mutant turtle AIN'T A GOOD THING! Even yer stickman counterpart is smart enough to realize that an' give out warnings! How can ya be so downright idiotic?!

I don't know where yer hidin' but when I get my hands on ya yer in big trouble!

Comment here and I'll tell you what my muses think of yours.

We got Movie-Raphael and OT-Leonardo on the menu. Choose wisely!

...

[Sounds of things crashing and breaking]

[Occasional grunts and angry growls]

[Noise]

[Things being hit, typical sound of punching and kicking a training dummy]

[Angry yells]

[Wood splintering]

[More growling and cursing]

[Loud noise of something hitting the micro]

...

Okay. I'm slowly rememberin' stuff from the past week. And I don't like it. At all.

So you either ignore it, tell me I've been dreamin', tell me you got no idea what the hell I'm talkin' about or just bugger off.

(ooc: Since they're each other's personal therapist anyway Casey's the only one Raph doesn't see differently. :D)


"Therapists."

"What?" Casey blinked and looked over at his companion. They had been sitting in silence for quite some time, so Raph's statement stood out against the nightly traffic noises. "Raph, are you feeling alright?"

"Therapists! I mean, I don't get it! It ain't like I'm runnin' around pretendin' to know the princess of the moon or anythin'! What do I need a therapist for!"

Casey stared. "The princess of the moon."

"What's with the parrot tonight, Case? You got somethin' on yer ears?"

"I got something right here, that's for sure."

( ... )

A woman died today.

And I could've prevented it. I just. I wasn't fast enough.

Policeman at the crime scene made some nasty remark 'bout how this is why miniskirts go out of fashion. What's wrong with the world? I just wanna punch his stupid face in, I really do.

I know I can't protect them all, just like I couldn't protect...

Can't sleep. This place sucks so bad. I don't feel so good.

Ain't talkin' supposed to make yer feel better?

Just to clear things up: I don't give a damn. At all.

You think that's got significance, don't ya. That I probably got like problems or anything. Well, think what you want, it all comes down to the fact that you can wave yer stupid ink pics in my face all day long and I ain't tellin' you anything!

You wanna give it a try? Fine then! Yer tricks ain't gonna work! I've seen stuff like that on TV, y'know. I ain't stupid, so you tellin' me any theories or hypot-... hyp-... theories, I'm gonna kick you in the head.

I don't even wanna talk to you, y'know? An' not because I'm feelin' defensive about anything! Don't you gimme that whole defensive talk or I'll show ya defensive! This ain't got nothing to do with any issues whatsoever.

Oh yeah, you think you're so smart, don't ya. But I can see right through you! You just wanna make me talk and talk until I spill somethin', somethin' you can work with, hang up on, start diggin', askin' yer stupid little questions. It ain't gonna happen!

Besides, yer ink stuff looks like it's been a good idea they didn't let ya into art school.


(ooc: Er, yeah. Freud virus. Only that Raph's being the stubborn nightmare of every therapist.)

- I _____ Raph.
- Raph is _____.
- Raph likes to ______.
- I want to _____ Raph.
- Raph can ______.
- Someday Raph will ______.
- Raph reminds me of ______.
- Without Raph, it will be _____.
- Right now, I bet Raph is thinking about _____.
- Raph makes me want to _______.
- If I could spend the day with Raph, I'd _____.
- Raph is made of _______.
- If I could be Raph for a day, I'd ______.
- Raph's alter-ego is __________.
- I want to give Raph ______.

Raph VS tuned household appliances, 1:0.