Not mad, just extremely enthusiastic about punching.

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So. Last night I had this wicked dream yo. It was just like a movie. You know those storm chaser movies? I love those. If tornados and storms could mutate, I'd become a mutant storm chaser. Anyway. In my dream I saw this huge tornado. It was big like a house, and tall like a skyscraper. But it wasn't going anywhere, it was still on the spot while spinning around and around. It was like a wall of wind, rain and hail big like baseballs! It looked like a deathtrap... somehow I knew I April was in there. And I had to go inside to get her out. So, I did. And that was wild yo. The moment I went in, the hail was hammering down on me like hockey pucks. And the wind was so strong I could barely take a step. It nearly knocked me over. And the weirdest part was, in the wind, I could hear the guys. Arguing. Yelling. About all kinds of stupid stuff. And it hit me, why are we fighting?! The worst part was, me and Donnie were fighting the most out of everyone. Even more than Raph and I. And it was all about ego. All about who was the best and who was right. When I got through, I was in the middle of the tornado. And I could hear the faint echo of everyone still yelling and fighting. About ...nothing! And I was so exhausted. So tired. Black and blue from all the hail! But in the middle of the tornado, there was calm. Just like the eye of the storm, you know? And there was April. She was sitting all alone with her head on her knees, arms around herself. And I went over and touched her shoulder. And she didn't say anything but I could suddenly hear her voice in my head. She said she just wants us all to get along. She just wants peace and quiet! I felt so bad. But now I think I get her. I think I know how she feels. That dream. It made me want to change. You know? To grow up. Start thinking about how my behavior affects others. Instead of adding to the storm and exhausting the people I care about.

"Are we over and done with the whole mind reading thing being real yet? We got our feet on back the ground? Okay good, can you hold this please? I got you a dog, but it doesn't like straight men."

I have this other idea for Casey tho.

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To be more whole. A good question. The rat closed his eyes in thought for a moment, and drew a breath in slowly, as if he was summoning the words from the void all around him. There was a beat. "What was the question? Ah. More whole. I see." The rat spent another moment in thought, eyes closed and hands in his lap. "One word comes to mind. Integrity. In latin, integrity means whole. And to us, it means to be true to yourself and your moral code." The rat fell quiet again, and lifted his eyes towards the ceiling, one hand over his beard. "When I was little, white lies were looked upon as a way to be polite. Quite like tatemae. The concept of behaving in a way accepted by others. To hide behind a mask that says and acts on something they believe the listener wants to hear. Even though this can be good to some degree, this is not the path to feeling whole. So. I may be wrong, but perhaps you are breaking one of your moral codes without truly knowing it. So ask yourself, what are the laws of your moral code? And have you been following them?"