25 Inventions Created // Accidental Video// Don does an Angry!Raph Impression
[The first thing that can be heard is incomprehensible, muted singing. If you're really good, you'll be able to pick out that it's Michelangelo singing. Usually only Raph does that. And only in the shower.]
[Don grumbles, frowning deeply as he finishes looking at whatever he's working on--it's out of view.] Why can't he shut up for just five minutes?
[No answer. Don sighs loudly, then puts the thing back down, picking up a screwdriver and a screw. Mikey's singing can still be heard. He aligns it and starts to screw it in. And he screws, and screws, and then the screwdriver won't move.]
Get in that screw hole you little--!
[It gets in there. But there's also a small shriek of metal as he does it. Don freezes and stares at it. Then, icily calm, he picks the device back up to look at it. The frowning deepens and his face turns ugly. Mikey is still singing.
Don slams both the device and the screwdriver down simultaneously as he stands, knocking over his chair.]
That's it! That's it!
[He stalks out of view, wrenching the door open so that it slams against the wall, and screams out into the main hall.]
Mikey, shut up! I can't concentrate on my work with your caterwauling!
[And then he stomps back into his room, slamming his door closed hard enough to make the room shake. His communicator, already on the edge of his desk, falls off and... well, posts.]
[Don grumbles, frowning deeply as he finishes looking at whatever he's working on--it's out of view.] Why can't he shut up for just five minutes?
[No answer. Don sighs loudly, then puts the thing back down, picking up a screwdriver and a screw. Mikey's singing can still be heard. He aligns it and starts to screw it in. And he screws, and screws, and then the screwdriver won't move.]
Get in that screw hole you little--!
[It gets in there. But there's also a small shriek of metal as he does it. Don freezes and stares at it. Then, icily calm, he picks the device back up to look at it. The frowning deepens and his face turns ugly. Mikey is still singing.
Don slams both the device and the screwdriver down simultaneously as he stands, knocking over his chair.]
That's it! That's it!
[He stalks out of view, wrenching the door open so that it slams against the wall, and screams out into the main hall.]
Mikey, shut up! I can't concentrate on my work with your caterwauling!
[And then he stomps back into his room, slamming his door closed hard enough to make the room shake. His communicator, already on the edge of his desk, falls off and... well, posts.]