By way of explanation, this is a story of Batman typing a response to a response I had previously made to yet another response to a previous story. It’s more than a little meta.
– Mike

This afternoon, I was surfing on the internet, when I started to get the munchies. So I went into the kitchen to get something to eat, only we didn’t really have that much to eat. I did manage to find half a bag of seasoned fries in the freezer though, so I threw those in the oven for about twenty minutes.

God I love seasoned fries. They’re so tasty and yummy.

So anyway, I go back into the living room with my plate full of fries, and who should I see at the keyboard? BATMAN!

“Holy hell, what are you doing here, Batman?” I asked him.

“Nothing much. Just writing something on the internet. Hey, what’s that over there?” I turned around to see what he was pointing at, and when I looked back…

He was gone.

I mean holy shit, how creepy is that?! I was standing between him and the only exit from the apartment, and he somehow got by me. So I go to look at the computer to see what he wrote, and he wrote:

Usually I’d agree with you, but in this case the joint is owned by this guy from Columbia,
so he’s got the hook up when it comes to coffee.

He also smuggles cocaine.

Incidentally, it turns out he didn’t leave, he was just hiding behind the couch waiting for me to leave the room so he could get out of there. Wonder how many times he’s pulled that on Commissioner Gordon. Spooky.