"Hey, Raph! Raph, Raph, Raph, Raph, Raph, Raph, Raph, Raph, Raph, Raph, Raph, Raph, Raph, Raph, Raph!"
"WHAT?" he yelled at me, throwing his hands up in the air, "What the hell do you want from me now, Carly? In case you hadn't noticed, I'm kinda busy!"
I blinked and pushed my glasses up farther on my nose, "Are you an alien?"
Raph's hands stopped moving on his bike and he was utterly motionless. I couldn't tell if he was mad, thinking of ways to kill me, or just wonder what the hell I was smoking this time. And I mean, no matter how many times I told him, he always assumed I was smoking something. Just his cigarettes whenever I got close enough to his belt. Nothing too bad.
He stood and faced me with a forced smile, "And what makes you think I'm an alien?"
"Micheal Bay said so."
Raph's jaw dropped, "You're taking his crap shot idea over my life story? I've been around for years. I've known you for how many years and some stupid Transformers Director is making you doubt me?"
"Transformers aren't stupid!" I snarled, getting up in his face, "I was just asking you a question! You jerk! And you know what, aliens are cool and awesome and can you really blame me 'cause the original aliens were little green people and that's what you are, ain't it?"
Raph stared at me in shock. I huffed and then stomped away. Jerk. It was just a question.