You might not believe This, but those socks of mine, you know, those socks that you Took from me, those socks you keep in that Quaint Little storage Room, those Socks, the ones I was wearing when BatMan first laid eyes on me, the Ones I Wore especially for HIM, those socks, they cost a Lot of money.
A lot. At least 5 gallons of Gas worth.
And I would like them Returned to Me posthaste.
And When you are in the storage room, could you Also return my suspenders? They are Green with white Diamonds on them and they keep my pants from Falling Down.
Imagine the Shame, the Horror, the mental Anguish, should they fall down in a public place. Why, someone could be driven Mad with Lust for my boyish good looks!
I could be Raped! Ravished by some Rapacious Rapscallion!
And then how would you Feel? Hmm?
You'd feel Sad, right? Right? Right?
I thought so…
Oh, and while We're on the subject, can I have my potato Peeler back? There's a Trick that I want to show the guys down in the Wreck Room, but I can't show them until I have it back.
I look Forward to a quick and favorable response.