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A/N: Here's another chapter! I don't feel like its quite my best work but its what I've got for now! :p I'm trying for a peek into Mikey's brain by doing an internal monologue type thing. I hope it turned out alright! Enjoy and please let me know. Stay Awesome! - OMH

4:45a.m.

"It's a bird! It's a plane! It's-"

"MICHAELANGELO!" I squealed, interrupting my alarm clock's chime. Jumping from my bed, I stopped momentarily to strike a Superman pose before dashing to the bathroom. We had dojo training all day and this morning I wanted first dibs on the bathroom because there was no way I was getting stuck with it after Raph had been in there. We'd had burritos for dinner last night.

I flexed at myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth; damn I'm fine. I don't understand why I'm not covered in women by now; except that I'm green, live in a sewer, am a turtle, and the toothpaste drool isn't helping me out either… well…. Maybe I understand….

Sometimes I wonder why we have to do so much training, too. I mean I'm not saying that I'm the absolute best fighter out there, but I know a thing or two about kicking serious shell. I mean I AM the BATTLE NEXUS CHAPMION!

"Mikey! Stop hogging' the freaking bathroom you parasitic microbe!"

"Good morning Professor Grumpasaurus!"I sang to my elder brother.

"Shut up and get out Mikey, you've been in there for like thirty minutes." Donny sounded really tired so I decided not to antagonize him too much. Besides, I broke my N64 again and need him to fix it, and that involves me being nice to him.

A half-asleep Donatello grumbled a thank you and stumbled past me into the bathroom as I pushed the door open. I hopped down the stairs to make breakfast, and more coffee for Don 'cause I really need my baby fixed. After a few minutes Raph slouched in, mask askew, and proceeded to skewer my breakfast bacon with his sai. The smell of bacon is one of the few things that will rouse him from his hangover-comas.

"HEY! That's my bacon! And you didn't even ask if you could have any!"

Raph could not have stuffed more bacon in his mouth if he had tried. He managed to mutter "Wha'er" at me through the mass of MY breakfast in his mouth.

"Wha time'sit?" Raph's a real morning person. It's all we can do to get his fat ass out of bed by noon most days.

"5:45, you lazy prick. Quit eating all my food!"

He thanked me for my help by throwing his plate at my head. Aren't brothers wonderful?

Leonardo nonchalantly caught the plate a fraction of a second before it shattered against the wall, and greeted us with with a neutral, "Good morning. Let us convene in the dojo and begin training." Leo's always super formal for training; it's like he goes back to the middle ages or something.

I kneeled and dramatically pleaded with Raph, "Come hither o brethren of mine! We shall go forth into the dojo and slayeth the Dragon! Hehehe!"

Raph muttered obscenities and hauled himself toward the dojo with heavy footsteps and I bounced along behind him. Raph and I kneeled in our usual places on the training mats and waited for Leo, Don, and Master Splinter. I wasn't surprised to hear snoring from Raph soon after; he is SO gonna get it from Master Splinter!

Splinter, Leo, and Don filed in at 6:00 sharp. We're supposed to be learning a new kata I think.

"Raphael! There is no sleeping during my training sessions! 20 flips!"

Ohhhhhhhh! Go Splinter, go Splinter, it's your birthday!
Raph's in trouble and its only 6a.m. Today is gonna be so awesome!