[The morning after
this stunt, Leonardo thinks it fitting for karma to come and troll the hell out of Michelangelo and Raphael. He's rounded them up and dragged them out into the town square, quite aware of the head-splitting hangovers that they might be suffering, and is taking up the head in their daily training. It's a nice day out and he's brought along plenty of water to avoid dehydration, so all things considered, Leo thinks he's being pretty fair right now. If not fraternally sadistic. Hey, it's not like he's actually expecting them to work out - he just wants them to suffer enough to never consider this again ever.]
Okay, you two. Let's start with some backflips - thirty each!
[Anyone is welcome to notice the assembly of three turtles, two sick-looking and one with a shit-eating grin.]