We already knew that Splinter was really gross. After all, he's a giant rat living in a Manhattan sewer with some mutagen-filled turtles that love pizza. I'd give it about fifteen minutes before I'd bolt out of that situation. But now I'm equally as disgusted by our heroes in a half shell. Even Michaelangelo, the chillest party dude of the bunch, skeeves me out. They may be the world's most fearsome fighting team, but let's just say it's more likely that Leonardo leads and Donatello does machines more with their giant turtle penis than their mini-Krang brains. Also, their shells bleed. Turtle power?