45They're not mine. I swear it.
Copyturtle
"Stop copying me!"
"Stop copying me!"
"I'm warnin' ya!"
"I'm warnin' ya!"
Raph grimaced, and wanted to pound his brother into the floor, but he had already come off of punishment for the last time. He did not want another one.
But THIS- this was so PROVOKING!
"I'm gonna pound you!"
"I'm gonna pound you!"
"Enough!"
"Enough!"
"Damn it, I said stop!"
Ha! He had him-
"Damn it, I said stop!"
Raph's jaw dropped- no way did he expect this. It briefly crossed his mind to curse as much as possible; at least there'd be TWO of them in trouble.
But he didn't think being punished together would, in the long run, be to his benefit.
"I'm tellin' you, stop right now."
"I'm tellin' you, stop right now."
"Stopitstopitstopit!" Shouted, while jumping up and down.
"Stopitstopitstopit!" Repeated word for word and jump for jump.
Raph sighed, partly in defeat, partly in anger. So did his brother.
It had been going on for about twenty minutes, and Raph was close to the breaking point- though he had done a pretty good job of holding it together.
But it was getting harder and harder...
"Stop it, or I'm gonna kick yer sorry ass!"
"Stop it, or I'm gonna kick yer sorry ass!"
"I said cut it out!"
"I said cut it out!"
Raph tried to walk away, but his copycat brother walked with him.
Raph grumbled; so did his "shadow".
Raph spun around to face his tormenter, fists clenched, teeth grinding
out his angriest snarl- HIS BROTHER did the same, though there was no one there for HIM to do it to!
Raph finally had had enough.
"You've proved your point," he said in a defeated tone of voice.
"You've proved your point," his brother responded with a smirk.
"Master Splinter!"
"Master Splinter!"
Splinter looked up from his book.
"You were the one to make the wager, my son," he responded. "You were the one who bet Donatello that he could never be as annoying as Michelangelo."
Raph sighed, and turned to his now-grinning "shadow".
"You win. I'll do your chores for three days."
"Thanks, bro," Don cheerfully patted Raph on the shoulder. "And don't feel too bad- you did a good job of not killing me."