The turtles sat in silence around the dining room table, Raph and Leo along the short ends and Donnie and Mikey along the long ends given that they needed a full chair for each of their meaty buttcheeks. They each poked sadly at the large bowl of salad, as per their new mandated diets, before them. By the time that Donnie had built that containment field around the totem, he and Mikey were clocking in around 850 lbs with Raph and Leo remaining relatively unscathed at a pot-bellied 350 lbs. It was gonna take a while for each of them to drop the weight, likely on the order of years, hence Donnie’s continued death glares at Mikey across the table.