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"You really do suck at this, fleshie"

"Gobot! Sit down. You need an oil change and tune up before you blow a gasket!"

"If I wanted your sea-hag opinion, I'll be sure to ask you, fleshie. Now shut your mouth because you're letting the flies out"

"You'll have to forgive him," Lex said matter-of-factly, "he was raised in a barn after all."

His serene smile shifted into a contemplative purse of the lips. "Now I do believe I have heard you use that insult before. A go to, I suppose? Nothing wrong with an ol' reliable, but it certainly lacks a creative edge, don't you think? And what exactly are you supposed to even be? A quote from somewhere over the rainbow comes to mind..."

His countenance shifted into something a bit more ill-natured. "You clinking, clanking, clattering, collection of caliginous junk, but the difference here is, at least the tin man had a heart. You barely fit the bill for scrap metal."

"Now for me -- god, I hope it's something at least halfway creative..."

"Hold on, baldy. I would have already vaporized Mr. Red Underwear on the Outside. You have access to all those green rocks and you still can't get the job done. I send Decepticons to the scrap heap on a regular basis. Maybe hit me up and The Wreckers might give you a lesson on how to get the job done, meatbag"

Willow just stares up at the rusted pile of parts.

"Legos are meant to be played with and displayed, not heard. The baldy joke is outdated, like you. Can we get someone in here to disassemble Johnny 5's loud mouth big brother? Maybe break him down in a chopshop? I hear they make good money selling the right pieces to the right buyers."

"Are you done yet, Tough Girl Cliché № 433-87B? You're just as insufferable and annoying as every other nitwit you seemed to be cloned from"

“Off may you Jack, Wheelie.”

"Oh wow, get a look at you," Bruce gave Sophia a scrutinous once-over. "Not much going on up there, huh? I would wager that if I gave you a penny for your thoughts, I’d probably get change back."

His laugh is distinctly urbane.

ACHERON's optical sensors narrows in on the man in front of him, his database immediately pulling up every bit of information, the articles written, interviews done, talkshows. Everything. with the exception of finding out that he's batman of course

“ʜᴏᴡ ɪʀᴏɴɪᴄ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssᴇsᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴍᴀɢᴡ ɪs ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ғᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀ ʜɪɢʜ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ʏᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɪɴʜᴇʀɪᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇғғᴏʀᴛ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴍᴡɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴡʜᴏ's ᴏɴʟʏ sᴋɪʟʟ ɪs ʜɪs ғᴀᴄᴇ. ᴀs ᴅɪsɢᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪɴᴅ”

"Oh no! ChatGPT came to life. Is there a hacker around? Someone upload a virus to dollar store MCP over here!"

"Gosh, do you like annoying people as a hobby?" Superman inquired, arms crossed over his chest. "Or is that just your whole personality?"

"... Sorry if that was too mean..."