[The clang of a door echoes down the hall to the cell Mikey's locked in, and the sound of approaching footsteps grows closer until Raphael steps into view. Maybe . . . maybe he's better now? He's brought a tray of food! Sadly there is no pizza, but food is food, right?]
[pulls himself up to a sitting position. He's not brightening at the sight of Raph at all. Just kind of...holds out a hand hopefully but not looking all that expectant]
[Ugh. Sneers at him and shoves the tray at him through the slot in the cell door. There's some vaguely stew-like looking stuff, stale bread and some water]
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Eat.
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Thanks, Raph. It's only kind of terrible. Did you cook it?
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Like I'd waste my time on that. I just got orders to give it to you.
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[shoves the bread into his mouth NOM NOM]
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You thought for yourself back then at least.
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—If it's what Master Shredder wants.
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because you're useless obviously]
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