Imagine you join the foot clan thinking shyt going to be
and this dude comes out with can openers and razor blades stapled to a purple jumpsuit with a heavy ass metal mask on like he working in the Appalachian coal mines. You already like
Then dude says you got to train hard a be a fierce warrior to beat some fukking giant turtles and a giant rat.
But then you rationalize it. You like well they got to be some BAD ASS Turtles and a BAD ASS RAT. Then you meet Splinter and he like 60 in rat years so you KNOW this mufukka like 208 in human years. He got on a robe full of holes, a walking cane, no shoes, and he can barely move his tail cause he so old.
You see Shredder charge him and get mopped up in TWO MOVES
Now you back at home on your moms sofa trying to lie to her about how you lost your job cause AINT NO WAY you can tell ma dukes you was out training to be a ninja to join the clan of a dude walking around with can openers sewed into purple sweatshirts all so he could get thrown off a building by a 60 year old RAT
You mean he got killed by a federal informant?
The fbi let that happen?
Nah man, A LITERAL fukkING RAT