"Oh yeah, oh April. Oh yeah, YES, oh my God. YES, right there. YES, YES, YES. Oh angelcakes, oh, oh my God!"
Raphael barrelled into the den, every dense muscle that wrapped his considerable frame quivering with jealous fury and tensed for retributive action, a glower of furious proportions on his formidable countenance.
Michelangelo was kneeling before the sofa with his back to April, wiggling his ass back and forth as she giggled and gently scratched his lower shell in long, smooth strokes. His little brother's head was thrown back, his expression a study in rapture as he very vocally announced his pleasure to the entire world as was contained within their sewer lair.
"Oh God, oh God yes, yes, oh God, oh my God, oh my God – "
Some remnant instinct of self-preservation broke through Michelangelo's ecstasy and he abruptly opened his eyes and fixed them full and wide on his bigger brother's looming, glowering bulk.
"Oh my God."
This time, though, Michelangelo sounded merely terrified.
An instant later, he had shot to his feet and was off like a bullet, heading without hesitation for the rear passageway that led straight into the labyrinthine sewer tunnels, clearly trusting to luck he would be able to lose Raphael before any permanent damage was done to him.
His retreating figure like a flag to a bull, Raphael began his pursuit, his huge fists already clenched and ready to unleash a whole gallon tin of whoop-ass.
April stared after the brothers, slack-jawed and appalled. "Oh my God, what did Mikey do this time?"