[He never got his own fishboy when he was Robin, okay. Last time he was hanging with fishes, a submarine was about to self-destruct on him.]

Sure, he's a regular Thomas Edison of Horror.

[He's stalling, they both know he's stalling and M is calling him out yet again. How much longer can he does this and keep his dignity?

Trick question, he never had any.]

Ugh, fine. I'll try out your weird-ass new age-y bathing rituals, you millennial metal-hippie.

[Yeah, he sure did call you that, M.]