I wonder if Tortimer is some kind of coocoo’s egg, only the mother actually comes back for the baby. (Coocoo birds are notorious for laying their eggs in other birds’ nests. The coocoo chick usually hatches first, kills the other chicks and the poor parents work themselves to near death trying to keep the dang thing fed.) Obviously, Tortimer is nicer than baby coocoos.
Normal is in the eye of the beholder. I am perfectly normal, for me. Someone else will also be perfectly normal, for them. The trouble comes when some group of people decide that their normal should be everyone’s normal.
“It’s worse than that. It’s physics, Jim!”