FDR always played with lighters, hoping to find the famed great white turtle.
I swear I'm gonna flip my bic if we don't get that turtle out of office.
The patriotic turtle was squatting in the house with some foul-mouthed metal-heads.
Punk-rock summer camp vs. turtle color-guard clog-dancing competition.
Beads of sweat glistened on the anarchist punks, prepared to have their teeth brushed by the masochistic turtles.