Is Don seriously gonna start shit again? Because Raph might've tired himself out on the first round, but he's pretty sure he could win against Don's scrambled eggs for brains.

In one quick movement, Raph stoops to the lower cabinet, snatches out the first aid kit, then rushes to get right up in his brother's face, gesturing angrily.

"Oh, I broke your poor freakin' telepathy. I'm cryin' over here. Really."