[Raph can't take it anymore. The idea of food in that sack, of sweets, is driving him crazy. Raph may be meek and sensitive about almost everything, but stick some food in front of him and he becomes a ravenous dog, fighting whoever it takes to get his share and then some.]
Move over!
[In a flash he scrambles off the dumpster, shoves Leo out of the way and plunges a hand into the bag, pulling out a lumpy-looking fritter. It's sticky and smells like cinnamon and he doesn't even ask or care what it is before he crams it in his mouth. So what if it might be poison? He's too hungry to care, and it tastes like heaven.]
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Move over!
[In a flash he scrambles off the dumpster, shoves Leo out of the way and plunges a hand into the bag, pulling out a lumpy-looking fritter. It's sticky and smells like cinnamon and he doesn't even ask or care what it is before he crams it in his mouth. So what if it might be poison? He's too hungry to care, and it tastes like heaven.]
Mmmm!