WHAT.
I'M BRUCE WAYNE?
... Oh. Uh. Right. Well, yes. I'm Bruce, uh, Wayne. I like... what was it, cars and money? And men women, I guess. Women with suits of... metal. And arc reactors, and handsome facial hair, and I certainly am not a prissy, upright, stuck-up coke-drinking CEO of Waynetown. I also have nothing important to say because I'm, uh, stupid and I fix elevators for a living. And I have a lot of money- oh. I have a lot more money.
Fuck. Yes. And I'm going to sue- kill- sue and kill Harvey Dent. Oh, fuck yes. And I am a motherfucking pimp. I fuck women. Oh, yes. And I fuck them really nicely, really well, and I own half the people on the planet, and their restaurants. And hotels. Filled with women.
I'd really like to know where the fuck Tony Stark is, though. We can, uh, pool our money and... fuck ourselves the ladies.
Oh, fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck. I'm Bruce Wayne. Who the fuck is this British guy?
... Oh. Uh. Right. Well, yes. I'm Bruce, uh, Wayne. I like... what was it, cars and money? And men women, I guess. Women with suits of... metal. And arc reactors, and handsome facial hair, and I certainly am not a prissy, upright, stuck-up coke-drinking CEO of Waynetown. I also have nothing important to say because I'm, uh, stupid and I fix elevators for a living. And I have a lot of money- oh. I have a lot more money.
Fuck. Yes. And I'm going to sue- kill- sue and kill Harvey Dent. Oh, fuck yes. And I am a motherfucking pimp. I fuck women. Oh, yes. And I fuck them really nicely, really well, and I own half the people on the planet, and their restaurants. And hotels. Filled with women.
I'd really like to know where the fuck Tony Stark is, though. We can, uh, pool our money and... fuck ourselves the ladies.
Oh, fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck. I'm Bruce Wayne. Who the fuck is this British guy?