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| Can you see it? I barely can. But it gave me this idea anyway. |
"You know, for some reason, I thought a bat house would be, you know. Bigger," one said, squinting and staring into the field, where a short wooden pole supported a small wooden box, producing an unspectacular shadow of insignificant height.
"You had it mistaken for Wayne Manor," the other said simply, wherein the first geek poked the second in the shoulder, and together they dabbled in all sorts of conjecture regarding the wooden pole, the technologically stunning lair that the pole undoubtedly led to, and the tricks that the Adam West incarnation of the Caped Crusader would have used to deal with the inevitable issue of splinters.
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