Christ Centered Gamer

And Sam did not realize that all Russian Batman lovers continuously carry Batarangs from the age of 13. It's a religious symbol.

But then the REAL Batman showed up and was all like "dude, that's my son's name. Despite what current comic book writer's claim HE WILL NEVER BE THE REAL BATMAN."

And Sam was like "WUT?! BATMAN HAS CHILDRENS?!?!%"

And then the Russians were like "Dude, when was the last time you read a comic book? He's had a son for over a year!"

Sam flinched, his dark secret was finally coming to light. All the fanboi's on the internet he had debated, all the punk teens he had put in their place...The horror of it shone momentarily before his eyes, a glimmering darkness that was almost tangible, mental facade or not. He took a deep breath, and looked the Russian in the eyes (while also keeping a careful eye on the glimmering batarang held lightly in his hand, ready to throw with hawk like accuracy at any moment. A neat trick, that). He popped his neck, summoned his fading courage and whispered...

"I've never read the comics...I've only watched the cartoons and movies."

Then a hobo wandered into the room and was like "hey buddies *hic* oh wwwwoooow iz botmun!! *hic* i aint been drinking honostly *hic*"

The hairy Russian on the left leaned over to his borscht buddy and whispered something, leaving the thin man laughing raucously. Sam looked to the man, then the hobo, then to the man in front of him, still holding his batarang. "What did he say?" asked a quite confused Sam, fearful of what was about to happen.

The man grinned, then translated "In capitalist America, train rides hobo".

And then Sam was like "I'm Canadian..."

And then the Hobo was like "It's *HIC* Canadia!!!!!!" Then fell over and passed out but accidentally fell on a latch sending Sam through a secret trap door that the Russians forgot was there.

not good planning on the part of the russians, lolz

It was the third prisoner they had lost that month.

They were so angry, in fact, that they had a fight.

Some would even say a brawl.

SUPER eastern european BROTHERS BRAWL.

Sam was still plummeting down the trap door latch, since everyone left him hanging for a month.

He had to potty.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey was still punching sharks.

And in a faraway land in the left east, a man walked down the road with a hooded face. He was wearing a baseball cap.