The computer's permantely FUBARed, and I'm forced to work from my local libarary.
"Hey Cold, fancy meeting you here."
: "'Goblin? What the hell are you doing here?"
Hobgoblin: "I'm here on business if you know what I mean. Afterwards, I figure I'll go out fo a ho and and a show HA ha ha ha!"
: "By the way, have I ever told you how much I just simply love your outfit? What are you supposed to be anyway, some Eskimo-fucker or Eskimo slave-master or something?"
"HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
"Yeah I'm being given fashion tips from an idiot who still dresses up like it's Halloween all-year 'round, and walks around with a big 'ol Grandma purse! Hell you're so cheap, I bet that big ol' pocketbook of your's isn't even real, it's probably a knock-off!"
"Well smart guy, out with it!"
Hobgoblin: "Damn it to all hell, I've been sold a knock-off! It's not a Berkin bag after all! I'm gonna' track that loser who sold this to me and kill him!"
The next one is simply titlted "Thank you for smoking." Hey I like the movie, and it applies to this skit, honest!
Hey folks, it's your kinda-friendly-depending on what day it is-favorite assassin here, and I figured I'd take time out of my busy scheduhle to talk to you about one of my favorite vices besides killing people."
Catman: "Floyd, what the hell are you doing man?"
Deadshot:" making some quick and easy cash buddy man!"
Deadshot: " Besides I have to salvage my rep anyway I can without taking anymore lumps from Batman or Dan Didio. Seriously Blake, have you even read how bad Sucicide Squad is?"
Catman: "No, I just use all those NuDCU titles for my Litter Box, which I don't use for myself...very often."