Mike might not have thought that his grimace of pain was something that would slip by Donatello...any Donatello, but that doesn't mean he wasn't hoping just the same.

Mike sighs and rolls his eyes before he offers up his right arm for inspection.

It's a clean slice, and deep too. From the looks of it Mike was on the wrong side of a katana at the wrong time. One set of stitches has been torn, and the second set looks close to doing so as well.

This is not the forearm of a turtle who abstained from climbing, like he was supposed to.

"This isn't my fault. It's Leo's."