At the time Rapheal had 3 majors worries. The fact that there was a huge spaceship just crashed
in the middle of his living room and the fact that he couldn't count. The spaceship was his main
worry but that darn counting thing was a close #7. So you are probably thinking to yourself "OK I
am going to hit the back button now." But thats negative so a more positive thought would be "How
would Rapheal deal with this?" And by golly I'm going to assume you said that. The answer was he did
not. He simply did the sensible thing. He screamed wet his non existent pants and flew away like and eagle
until a drunk monkey with a rifle named bing bong shot him down. The monkey was named bing bong not the
rifle. It would be silly to name a rifle Bing bong. the rifle was named sherman. Anyway the remaining
turtles were traumitized so they went to see a phycologist. (The reason they went to him is I can't
spell Phycotrist.) They got a bad phycologist named bing bong. He gave them little clues that he wasn't listening.
Like when they talked about their childhood he threw his feces at them.
After the session they were no better off.