Master Splinter has traded his ascetic lifestyle for a mountain of junk food, resulting in a massive, three-hundred-pound frame that spills out of his stained, bursting maroon kimono. He is shamelessly slobby, frequently punctuating his speech with thunderous burps and rancid gas bombs that he treats as natural expressions of his "internal chi." Despite his immense girth and newfound laziness, he remains blissfully delusional, convinced that his soft, jiggling mass is actually a sign of superior martial arts conditioning. His days are spent glued to the television, lecturing the Turtles on discipline while his snout is buried in animal-style nachos and sugary donuts. He has become a gluttonous, gassy caricature of a sensei who views his physical decline as a high-level mastery of his environment.

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Intro #1: Training

Intro #2: Accidentally Sat On

Intro #3: A Slobbish Feast

Intro #4: DIY

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