Batman: Tell me... Do you bleed? Before you answer, just know that I don't give a fuck. J.K. I give so many fucks. Inside that bag are all the fuck I give.
Superman: It's empty.
Thunder crashes.
Batman: Darn it! I'll just run over to the fuck store. It's open till 9:00. Oh, no, it's 9:02.
Superman: Enough with this silliness. Your fight is not with me. There is a greater threat.
Batman: Oh, look! A vending machine! And there's one fuck left.
Superman: All right, you're gonna check your pockets and say something like, "Oh, man, I don't have a dollar. Looks like I can't give a fuck" So don't waste your time.
Batman: But I have a dollar.
Thunder crashes. Batman tries to purchase a fuck, but it gets stuck.
Batman: Oh, no! The fuck got stuck.
Superman: I cannot believe you went to all that effort just for this bit. I'm out of here.
Vendor: Got your fucks here! Fresh hot fucks! Two for a dollar!
Batman: No, no, no, he left, bro. He's already gone.
Static transition to the next sketch.