"No, he's the one who did the crap job of stitching me up in the first place. I'd have done it my damn self, but this is my dominant hand," he says wiggling the fingers on his right hand. A movement he quickly regrets.

"We got ambushed on a rooftop by some Foot ninja. We thought maybe with the Shredder gone they'd just clear out and go home, but they're running like chickens with their heads cut off instead. I thought...I really thought I had this guy, but...he got lucky. Raph," he pauses to look over at the Raph that isn't his. "He got the kill point instead.

Anyway, I made for a jump, to be a diversion so that the brain alien face things would go for me so the rest of you guys could get away, but, my crap stitches popped and I fell."