Clark, walking in the Watchtower: hey guys sorry I'm la--
Hal: WHAT'S. ON YOUR FACE.
Clark: ?? My eyes? OH, you mean my beard! Yeah, I'm trying a new look. Do you like it Ba--
Bruce, trembling: I have to go (smoke bomb)
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Alfred: Bruce. Please get up.
Bruce curled into a little ball of horny and feelings: kill me Alfred. Please
Alfred: Maybe after dinner
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