[Those minutes seem to pass all too slowly, but finally they make it to the caved-in section of the tunnel, sealed off by slabs of concrete and tightly packed mud. Leo shuffles up the mound, his feet squelching in the patches of moss covering the rubble, and wedges his hands behind a plywood board stuck between the wreckage and the sewer wall. Swollen from the moisture, it scrapes loudly against cement as he finally tugs it away, revealing an opening for them to scurry through.]
Let's go. [He groans, trying to keep himself from bending over and puking right there. The lair is just on the other side, and he bets Splinter would hear him from there.] And let... let me do the talking, okay?
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Let's go. [He groans, trying to keep himself from bending over and puking right there. The lair is just on the other side, and he bets Splinter would hear him from there.] And let... let me do the talking, okay?