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You've reached Donatello, the older one. Leave a message.

I know you're jealous, but, man, what a bad look on your part. [He shakes his head slowly, trying to not smile. Kind of failing at it.]

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Don't make me burn those pants, with you in them. [Dead ass serious.]

You'd have to catch me to do that, Donald. I don't think you can.

I know where you sleep, Leo.

But can you pick a lock? [Why are you like this, turtle boy]

You really have to ask? [What DOESN'T he know how to do?]

Yes, because I know you'll fumble hard enough to wake me up.

Lies, lies and slander from my own twin!

You say as if we don't lie and slander about each other regularly.

... I actually stopped doing it as much when you became Commander.

Damn, if I'm Commander here, does that mean you can't lie and slander me anymore?

No, because you have nothing to command here.

If you're not careful, I'll build an army to spite you. [he does love a good spite donnie moment.]

... Casey does not an army make. [He DOUBTS you, Leo.]

If you're not careful, I'll buy him matching pants. We'll be an army of two against your swagless ass.

It would be cruel of you to dress him like yourself, Leo.

You mad he won't wear a matching outfit with you? [Well, Leo is definitely distracting them both at this rate. Truly MVP of annoyance and mayhem.]

No? I'm not his cringe father figure. [Yeah, Leo's doing a good job rn.]

You're his cringe uncle. C'mon, bet you're jelly. [Ah the power of being an annoying mothafucka.]

[Just rolls his eyes now.]

I'd have to care about that kind of thing first.