“Where’s my barbell? I hid it…”

Where’s my pancake?

Where is my pancake?

Poor Zoper…

“Batman… where’s my steak?” Coub

Madness, just like gravity, needs only a little push to set it in motion.

Where is Batman’s pancake?

I don’t really care what time it is anyway…

If you know how to do something, don’t do it for free.

You’ve got it wrong, little boy. This isn’t a puddle of mud—it’s an operating table. And I’m a surgeon.

All of your strength is useless against me!