Magno-Man lifted his stein of the hoppiest ale and bellowed, “For the past fortnight, I waged war and defeated the Malevolent Eleven on the planet Bleek. In thus doing so, I saved two galaxies!” There was no doubt his story was true, for his unitard was tattered and he reeked appropriately for one not showering for two weeks.
Previously on The Brave And The Bold Presents: The Batman® And The Three Stooges®: Shemp picked up the phone on the first ring. “Hello? Yes! Yes! YES! No! No.” He hung up the phone.
Moe, impatient as ever, “What was it?”
Shemp smirked, “Wrong number.” Moe responded with a sharp slap to the face.
And now, Part 2, And Then There’s Moe.
Four grueling hours of all out war had passed, and the Batman could barely stand, his bruises had bruises, and blood gushed from his eyes. The Batman was absolutely confounded. He had never faced opponents so brutally repetitive and without motive. These three guys made The Joker seem sane.
It had been a stretch of time since The Silver Surfer last wept. He viewed this more a sign of maturity than a sense of complacent jadedness. Considering his vital role in the cosmic universe, it was this sole concept that kept him sane. Especially now, as the threads of reality slowly unraveled descending Earth into uncharted dark deviance, the likes of which we have never seen before.