If this is how Mikey is in the actual kitchen then Donnie is going to make sure he never sets foot in there when his brother's working on something. What a slave-driver!!

By the time they do get through...something, he feels like his thumbs are going to fall off. If he'd thought that having extra digits would have helped any, then he would have morphed them, but he's glad he hadn't thought of it at the time, certain all he'd end up with would be more sore fingers.

Donnie half-heartedly chucks the controller away from him from where he's sprawled on the floor, somehow at some point having moved off of the beanbag cushion. He pulls the thing closer so he can plop his head over it.

"We are never playing this game again," he decrees.