Seanbaby: Robin... you need him to call off the killer cats. Don't throw the guy a cupcake. He's just going to give a monologue about how tasty the choclaty icing is. And when he's finally finished with that, Batman's going to get his arm torn off while Catman's spitting crumbs and going, "Mmmrfhh! Mmmmfff!" When you want your girlfriend to make you cupcakes, you don't fill the oven with cats, and when you want someone to call off a cat, you don't fill their mouth with cupcakes. I hope you get a beating for this when Batman gets you home, and I'm not talking about the playful ones you get when you and Batman are playing Indiana Jones: The Erotic Excavations. Mr. Fish: Did these idiots set their watches wrong? They're both talking about how it's night time. "OH-OH!" It's like noon, geniuses. And look at Catman. Glub. I swear to God I saw a guy dressed just like that once. I broke into a McDonald's at 3 am and the retarded janitor had raided the uniform closet. There he was sitting in the middle of the floor eating McCookies and milk in that exact outfit, and when he saw me he said, "Cookie time. Yes please!" Fucking weird shit for a fish to see in the middle of the night. Luke Cage: Sweet sister, I've seen some bad outfits, but this tablecloth cape and matching hot pants on a banana body suit even stunk up the seventies. Man, I knew a guy in my neighborhood just wore a codpiece he made out of a watermelon, and he looked better than this sucka. I once had to eat a piece of his pants on a bet. Dr. Doom: Indeed, this Catman truly was on the prowl. Only if one defines "prowl" as "dressed as a signal flare and talking to oneself." Doom assures you such a definition is incorrect. Doom also senses a certain swelling of his supreme bladder. It appears the great Doom has to use his unstoppable bathroom. Excuse Doom. He must locate a can opener to release his immeasurable penis.