Mike's poorly-timed humor isn't funny. It's never funny. In fact, it only pisses Raph off more. What he really wants to do is punch through the whole damn window. It takes more than a little restraint to pound his fist on the window frame, growling like an animal.

"Is your Leo stupid?" He snarls, wheeling back on Mike again. "Because I think mine was born a few brain cells too short. Makin' the same mistakes over and over and draggin' me into it! Makin' me out to be the bad guy while he's gettin' all buddy-buddy with another evil chick that's put it in his head that makin' nice with freakin' Evandau is a good idea."

He grabs at his own head like the sheer stupidity of this whole situation is gonna make it explode. And it might. Man, it feels like it might. With a frustrated growl, he lets his hands fall back to his sides.

"I can't believe it! I can't freaking believe it."