Loverofmythology prompted "comfort food"

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"Mikey!" Raphael bellowed, slamming the cupboard doors shut in disgust. "Have you seriously eaten all the popcorn again?"

"No!" Michelangelo's voice echoed indignantly across the lair from his bedroom. "I swear! There was, like, half a bag left last time I looked!"

"Yeah, right!" Raphael stomped out of the kitchen and scowled towards the upper level. "That's the lamest defence I ever heard. Just 'fess up!"

"It wasn't me!" Michelangelo shrieked, appearing at his bedroom door and flailing his arms around. "Why don't you go ask Leo or Don, huh?"

"Get real," Raphael jeered. " Any time food goes missing around here, it's always you, Mikey!"

Their shouts continued unabated as, over in front of the television, Master Splinter quietly licked the butter off his whiskers and turned the volume up.