“S’not everyone’s specialty to write sequels, Batman,” pedanted Robin, “Sometimes they’re just juvenile and lacking all the gaysex scenes we truly desire and yearn for.”

“But Super NES? I mean, come on! You know I’ve never played with one of those before—”

“No, you have—-”

“—in the proper sense.” Batman glared at Robin for his insubordinate simpleton attitude toward blatantly revealing his latent appliance fetishism. “Robin, you know I don’t like word to spread about that nonsense.”

“Oh, I am so sorry, Batman. I am so sorry.” Robin’s eyes started to swell up.

“No crying allowed. If I see one single salty tear drop, I’m gonna have to get Alfred—”

“—Wait, don’t you mean Alfard?”

“I have some bad news Robin: Alfard’s dead.”