texts: I'll warm ya!  I got hot mitts --! </s> <s> Down, Oswald.  We have to talk.  You see we've got something in common. </s> <s> Appetite for destruction? Contempt for the czars of fashion? Wait don't tell me ... Naked sexual charisma?
labels: Batman.  The thorn in both our sides, the fly in our ointment.