Mike smirked a bit at the tearing the arm off part. He bet that the guy didn't like that much. Sounded like Guybrush picked out a decent nemesis, at least. He even called the guy his nemesis. Mike was starting to take a liking to him.

Luckily, the jealousy only lasted a moment as he remembered... he had gone through something similar. Damn, that was forever and a day ago. Mike had completely forgotten about it.

They didn't sound all that bizarre to Mike. First off, he was a mutant ninja turtle. Second off, his mortal enemy had been a pink brain-shaped alien with tentacles that moved around in an exosuit bigger than a van. Third off... he'd been around the universe a bit before everything went to hell, and things were much more believable then.

He decided not to comment on the whole "sharp objects" bit, because that likely wouldn't end well. It wasn't a snipe on his missing part of an arm--not this guy. If it wasn't another guy missing a part of an arm, though, Mike might consider getting rather ticked off.

"I'm good with sharp objects," Mike stated, then grabbed a brush and pinned the side of it with his half-arm so he could lather it up with soap. "... and now that I've thought of it, I've fought zombies, too. Was a bit gross."