-And, uh, hmm, just what did this man from Mars say to you in Gotham Park, Mrs.
-Green? I don’t know.
-I don’t speak Martian, or Marsish, or whatever you call it.
Batman.
An imminent invasion from outer space? Ha, ha. Well, I rather doubt it, miss.
Flying saucers and man from Mars don’t invade our countrty everyday.
