I went into a Grill'd restaurant and asked for a newspaper. They said they didn't have one, but they had some fashion magazines in the back. When I traipsed back there I found this abomination. A lightweight at barely 30 pages, one has to wonder at the machinations of capitalism; for only in such an insidious machine could such an aberration manifest. Terrible writing, uninspired art, flat characters, little to no plot or characterisation. Bizarre 90's-fied dialogue. Turtles won't just say, "Let's go over there," they have to say, "Woah! Let's radicalize our footsteps in the direction of Over-there-ville, fellow teenagers!" Whoever wrote this didn't want to write it, whoever drew it didn't want to draw it, and whoever reads it doesn't want to read it, but it persists nonetheless, because in an office somewhere sometime someone figured out the money it would cost to commission and print this piece of shit would somehow outweigh the costs of doing so. Skip it at all costs.