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[He jostles the manhole cover for a few seconds, the metal sound of scraping cast iron clanging loudly through the small space, but it doesn't do him a lot of good. These things are way heavier than they look. Grunting, Leo shifts positions, wrapping his legs around a rung and shoving upwards with all of his weight. The cover moves a bit, but all he really gets for his efforts is a torrent of muddy water that rushes over his head and down the back of his shell. With a grunt, he lets go of the cover and grabs the rungs again, scrubbing his face.]

[Great. This is embarrassing. Cheeks flushing with heat under his mask, Leo leans away from the tunnel wall, calling down to his brother.] Raph! Come help me with this thing!