What? Christmas Glover isn't available? That's too bad.
#1) That's not Miller.
#2) I had nothing to do with this. Never seen it before. Intriguing. Looks like I have someone's dog's ass to watch homework come out of tonight. (Another one?) Cool. I'm on this, I don't need a fuckin' team.
#3) Everything seems in order here. Here, take this five hundred and fifty-five and a level zero point five van-spanner piece of non-nylon rope, and tell her to save enough to tie me up with, and whip me back to life with the rest. (I told you: time for PAIN.)
And, this weed sucks, Superman. I thought you were strong? Start straining,
motherfucker, and you can start with moving that pot'o'(fish+actionable_evidence) a few feet to your fuckin' left, or your fuckin' right, okay, now move it back to the left, and... yeah, that's right, Superman, you're gonna do The Time Warp Again again.
Welcome to Hungarian Heaven. It's
Hell for ex-pat Kryptonians. Not
just checkmate...
served,
Mate. (You said you were wondering when the next practical joke would be? Yep, This Is, In Fact, IT. /hunga-ga-ga-giggle)
(by the way, these hidden messages in this video directed at Certain People are mostly harmless.
Mostly. Most Lee? I'm in for #2 Size. (Hi!))