T-Rex: Superman has given Batman a small supply of kryptonite, so if Superman ever goes CRAZY and starts killing people, Batman can take him down.
T-Rex: This, my friends, is the true meaning of friendship!
T-Rex: Superman trusts Batman with his LIFE. Can you imagine, Dromiceiomimus? It would be like me giving you a gun with bullets that ONLY SHOOT ME, except you're grimmer, and people make gay jokes about you even though come on, Robin is just a ward, and your parents were murdered by a dude named "Joe Chill" of all things, and also you live in a cave.
Dromiceiomimus: Also, YOU can shoot lasers with your eyes.
T-Rex: Also that, yes.
Utahraptor: So the true meaning of friendship is trusting your BFF to kill you?
T-Rex: Absolutely! That's awesome!
T-Rex: Can you imagine having that kind of relationship with someone? That kind of trust, but also the dark underscoring of the fact that you know they'll do what's necessary if they have to?
Utahraptor: I guess!
T-Rex: Do - do you want ME to maybe shoot you if you start slappin' folks around?
Narrator: THAT NIGHT, T-REX VISITS A RADIO STATION AND INSISTS ON TALKING ABOUT BATMAN:
T-Rex: The thing is, Nora, if knowledge about Batman was profitable, I would be driving around in a pretty fancy rocket car
