The bullet pushed through the Geek's skull and came out back of his head, coated in blood, brain and specks of yellow gruesome and sped along it's tragic trajectory to Grimshot, the arch villain, who was about to pull the lever to the Complete Annihilation Device, which would have made the Earth a gooy, chewy morass of snarling scarred whippet moans, when the afore mentioned bullet caught him straight in the forehead, likewise making Grimshot as Deceased as the formerly bothersome Geek. The bullet in turned embedded itself in the baseball, a slimy brick assemblage.
"So that's why they call you Gunner" said Batman, " you just fucking shoot the bad guys instead of bringing them to justice."
The Gunner put is snub nosed Finisher back in his leotard holster. "That's right, Batman. Cut to the quick. Gun 'em down and then eat a hearty snack of Chillie Curly Fries and Groan Soda (c)."
Superman was not pleased. "Worst Justice League audition I have ever seen. No style."
The Gunner wacked Superman in the funny parts with a Kryptonite claw hammer.
"I also have a blog where I write about stand up comedians who haven't yet been given enough credit for the movies they have made.Like the Bob Hope masterpiece Boy Did I Get a Wrong Number?"
"THAT HAD ME IN TEARS " said Superman, otherwise moaning and foaming at the mouth. The doorbell rang.
"Who ordered a Knuckle Sandwich?" yelled Batman. Great green cootie slugs had crawled under his cowl, sliming a trail to the eyeballs.
