Raph stared at Raph for a few moments and then shot Kon the dirtiest look in the world. He used up the entire world's supply of dirty looks in that one glance.

"You could've told me," he mutters under his breath.

Duplicates are, in Raph's experience, trouble. Nothing but. Generally good guys, because they're still him and his brothers, but gigantic pains in the shell. And you'd think the experience he's already had would make it easier but the Raphs he met before were oblivious or psychotic.

He could promise this little Raph he wouldn't call him Mini-Me, except he couldn't do that and still be honest. He again thought back to when he met his loony-bird duplicates and crossed his arms.

"Alright. Get it out of your system," he said to his counterpart.