Like, what happened to Greg?
Why do you have a skull for a head?
(Unhinging his jaw)
. . .
He's just pushing him down the stairs)
Electric Boogaloo.
What's this city coming to?
What's this city coming to?
What's this city coming to?
My clean up guy was Larry too.
What's this city coming to?
What's this city coming to?
What's this city coming to?
Bunny costume, notwithstanding. In Gotham, that's just the normal."
He leaned back in his seat, steepling his fingers. "And how can I help you... Iron Man."
He stood up and feigned surprise.
“Oof, sorry. I'm sure that'll buff out.”
He leaned back in his seat, steepling his fingers. "And how can I help you... Iron Man."
He sat on his desk, intentionally damaging the wood.
“So what's a demon gotta do to make that stick, huh?”
"What do you want, Iron Man?"
Bunny costume, notwithstanding. In Gotham, that's just the normal."
Bunny costume, notwithstanding. In Gotham, that's just the normal."
"What do you want, Iron Man?"
Of course! And it's highly marketable!”
The nanites flowed out of his self installed epidermal storage and into his usual metal suit, covering all but his new horns.
“But you, I’m gonna assume... Tarskull?
You can call me Iron Man.”
"What do you want, Iron Man?"
Oh, this bitch has a backbone, huh?
Oh, this bitch has a backbone, huh?