Mornings at the Manor…

Dick: *staring at his cereal bowl*

Dick: Timmy! There’s a message in my Alphabits! It says, “Oooooo”!

Tim: Dick, those are Cheerios.

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Go back to sleep, Dick. You clearly need more of it.

Watching “Dawn of the Dead” at the Manor…

Tim: See how that group of survivors barricaded themselves inside of a mall?

Jason: Yeah?

Tim: You’re what’s outside of the mall.

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And Jason’s like, “Well, he’s not wrong…”

Watching “Dawn of the Dead” at the Manor…

Tim: See how that group of survivors barricaded themselves inside of a mall?

Damian: Yeah?

Tim: You’re what’s outside of the mall.


And that’s why Red Robin went on patrol that night with scratches on his face.

Mornings at the Manor…

Tim: I don’t have post-traumatic stress! I have post-traumatic ennui! Post-traumatic defeatism! Post-traumatic “What’s the point?”!


Jason was just asking if you wanted more sugar for your coffee, sweetie…