Sing it with me now!
Digi-turd, digital turtles, Digi-turd are the CHAMPIONS! *dun! dun!*
Digi-turd, digital turtles, Digi-turd are the CHAMPIONS! *dun! dun!*
Save their beloved Master Splinter
To save the digital
WORLD.
Digi-turd, digital turtles, Digi-turd are the CHAMPIONS! *dun! dun!*
Digi-turd, digital turtles
DIGI-TURD!!
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We're calling it a freeway. Eight lanes of shimmering cement running from here to Pasadena. Smooth, safe, fast. Traffic jams will be a thing of the past. I see a place where people get on and off the freeway. On and off, off and on all day, all night! Soon there will be a string of gas stations, inexpensive motels, restaurants that serve rapidly prepared food! Tire salons, automobile dealerships and wonderful, wonderful billboards reaching as far as the eye can see! My God... It'll be beautiful.
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