"And here I thought my world was weird. What kind of 'back home' do you have if giant talking turtles actually have real estate options, and there are pre-made underground lairs, plural?"

Seriously, what?

His world was weird enough but not so weird that the weirdness was almost normal. Normal to him and his brothers and their friends, maybe, but not normal to the rest of the world.

Heck, they even still side-eyed it sometimes and they were used to it by now. They were part of the weirdness and they still side-eyed it.