Batgirl, Batgirl, Batgirl.
What are you doing?!
Seriously, just look at yourself. Must you insist on sullying your good name by riding around on some motorcycle whos front fairing appears to have been formed by squeezing mashed potatos out of a pastry bag?
Are those…? Wait a minute! Are those ruffles?
D…d… do I see fringe on your seat?!
Oy vey. I think I need to sit down.
Bush Fire Warning Level is at Code Red for Extreme Danger. That precariously placed magnifying glass is bad news, sister. You’ve been warned.