The sound of the hoe leaving a crack in that shell was pretty satisfying, at least he finally left some sort of injury on the damn turtle. He knew better now than to underestimate the turtle in the future- something about the fact Don was from a cartoon just made it easy to not take this seriously.

He could definitely tell that the turtle was mad and he couldn't blame him. He'd be pretty mad if you cracked his shell, too. If he had one. It was good. Anger was good. When you were angry enough, you didn't think the best. You did stupid stuff.

"You mad, bro?" he taunted, amusement in his voice. "You mad that I killed your girl? What, she your lover? That's nasty."

He sidestepped, moving swiftly out of the way so that Don would miss him completely.