Shell. Well, this was always fun. Heat.

He leaped off the platform and began to run. At least he could tolerate heat; had it been cold weather, he would have rued all the coffee he'd been drinking. But here, he at least could--

He nearly skidded to a full stop as he saw the turtle-shaped creature in front of him. No. No. That couldn't be right.

It had to be an illusion.

"What the shell--!?"