In this episode, black is left and up is potato as Doom opens the show with the end and makes Fitz get all asleepy.
Somewhere before or after that they talk about Fitz missing a perfect chance for sweet vengeance and men raining, Fitz pimps a pod perfectly per preference, then they talk about a half naked movie for a bit, and another dead guy.
Oh, and don’t fret, lots of complaining and tangents about fireworks, lack of show times, over inflated ticket prices, a house that got destroyed by wrasslers, and much more.
This ep is jam packed with far more than we planned, enjoy!
You created a colorful, joyous, and intentionally silly version of Batman that was, for myself and many others, their first exposure to the character.
You helped open the door to comics and the world of superheroes for many generations of children.
You taught kids about the merits of honesty and doing good for the sake of doing good.
You were in many ways the Mister Rogers of Superheroes.
I was lucky enough to meet you a few short years ago. Your genuine love for your fans was evident to everyone even after all the decades of doing the convention grind. When it was my turn to interact with you for a few brief seconds I found that all I could really say was my name when you asked who I wanted the autograph made out to.
As you signed your name you said something that was probably the same thing you said to everyone in line but in that moment it was for me alone.
“To my friend Scott”, you said, in that Adam Westian way.
I’ll be honest, it was an amazing, unexpected feeling. With those 4 words you turned a cynical, jaded, middle-aged man back into a five year old kid.
I’m so sad that you’re gone, but so glad I got to have that experience and so thankful that my first Dark Knight was the Bright Knight.