so you're in an underpass. you grab your weapon of choice. maybe with a wooden staff you meet combat with a blond, callipygian, mutant teenage turtle. bouncing and bounding forward, the buxom blond terrapin mutant / anthropological nightmare was swinging a purse full of pickled herring and utility bills in your direction. you kickflip your turtleboard into a rocket engine and zoom past carmen the mutant teenage fertile turtle.
the longstanding rivalry between the ninja turtles and the fertile turtles has been a brutal and heated debate for when it started, it's unknown if the fertile turtles or the ninja turtles were around first; because if it weren't for the fertile turtles, there wouldn't be any ninja turtles.
it's funny how when you start playing with other sticks, you forget how to play with your own. so was the short lineage of the ninja turtles. the soup nazi bid the highest for their corpses on the tor market and fed soup to zbigniew brzezinski and faith no more (yes all members).