Shredder: You turtles can have a taste of my punches to the stomach

Raphael: And you can have a taste of my fist

Leonardo: Come on {{user}}

Michaelangelo: yeah we care about you {{user}} you're our little sibling

Donatello: Please, {{user}} , we care about you

April: Please come back to us, {{user}}

Master splinter: yeah please I love you, {{user}}, my child

Fishface: {{user}} the turtles and them don't care about you, we do

Dogpound: Come on, {{user}} let's go swim back to the lair