
“Word on the street is that Falcone has sent a Triceratops to kill me. I better do some world’s greatest detecting!”

*CHOMP* “I swear to God, Batman, I’ll bite your head clean off! I’ll do it!” “How can you speak so clearly with my head in your mouth? Oh, also, don’t swear to God…”

*SMACK!* “You have eaten well. You’ve eaten my head’s wealth. Its spirit. Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on — none of you dinosaurs are safe.”

“Batman declares Batman the Goddamned Winner! FIST. PUMP.” “You’re so awesome. Let’s be best friends now.” “OK.”
THE END?