Emotions are the logic of the subconscious. Sometimes you just don't know what that logic is. Sometimes you're better off not knowing.

Active bad guys are so hard to find. Mumrah and Monstar are about the only two willing to get their hands dirty and do the work themselves. Shredder gets into skirmishes only when necessary and would otherwise admonish Rocksteady and Beebop with comments like "You incompetent morons, do I have to do everything myself?", or "You imbecilic fools, do I have to do everything myself?". And Krang - all he does is whine to Shredder: "Shredder, we need more power for the technodrome!". He doesn't use his robotic body nearly as often as he should. Guys like the Cobra Commander are the worst of all -- he never gets his hands dirty -- he simply points in the general direction of the enemy and yells "Co-braaaa!". And how about the "Merciless" Ming -- he just gets Octon, the electronic brain on eight legs to do everything. I would have alos mentioned Vader here, but he doesn't exist in a cartoon form.

The world at that time was ruled by professors. In the beginning, there had been many. But in the end, the war had all come down to Professor Ludwick and Professor Cornelius. Ludwick was a psychiatrist with a secondary interest in neuroscience. Cornelius, on the other hand was a physicist. It was their combined lunacy that had resulted in the transformation of the Independent Research Headquarters into a monster infested fortress. Though the public was largely ignorant of this fact, both Ludwick and Cornelius were privy to this information. The only others who knew the monsters' origins were the monsters themselves.

The CEO of Independent Research had always thought that being independent was the best way to go. After all, being independent meant that he could accept research contracts from all professors. One could hardly blame him for not foreseeing the effects of conducting psycho-synthetic research in proximity to a spatial wave manipulation experiment. One experiment belonged to Ludwick, the other to Cornelius.

Nothing had come out of the would-have-been-grandiose Mutant Overlords and the Disembodied Heads saga. He knew this was going to happen. He rarely finished anything that he started himself. Kind of like Leonardo da Vinci (or so he thought -- he was humoring himself). But of course, even if he wanted to, he simply didn't have the time. He had a day job.