Matt: *Thoughts: You know what my days are like? Everyday was fine. There was no Conquest. There was no War. There was no Famine. There was no Death. Well, not did I know of anyway. Ever since that tragic day. Bruce: Isn't it about time for you to go to your shift? Matt: Yeah, yeah. Don't get chaved up in your butt old man, i'm goin'. *puts on his Robin mask* And isn't it time for you to stuff those pills in your face? Bruce: Don't test me, boy. *goes up to a table and takes a pill, then all of a sudden starts choking, eyes are fading away and is foaming at the mouth* Matt: Bruce! Matt: What?