Even if the slam of the front door was some how miraculously missed, which by the way it wasn't, the pacing and punching and gnashing that followed would be kind of hard to overlook. And so Mike doesn't he bother to try.

He emerges from his bedroom still carrying the book he'd been reading, and pads his way towards the kitchen.

"Hey Raph," he says easily, as if his cousin were behaving in the most natural way possible.

Let's be honest...he really kind of is, for Raph anyway.