Robots, disguised like giant robot-sized sports cars.
Evan and Clint use a shovel to bounce around like they’re rewriting history, or somethin’.
Matthew and Evan nod their heads to the sweet, sweet tunes of microtransactions.
Evan, Ryan and Matthew finally know what it’s like to be the Batman.
Ryan looks on in horror as Evan can’t. Make. That. Fucking. Jump.
Evan shows off a single room of the titular home, while Ryan and Clint debate the quality of fake sodas.