12 year old Bruce: I’m moving out
12 year old Bruce: *spends the night in the pool house*
Alfred: He’ll be back for breakfast
Alfred, watching Bruce hunt squirrels: Oh dear God
Alfred, laying back on a pool chair, primly reading the paper: Wrong
12 year old Bruce, foraging for mushrooms: This is clearly entoloma abortivum
Alfred, not looking up: Wrong
Bruce: You’re wrong
Alfred: Check again
Bruce: *checks again*
Bruce:
Bruce:
Bruce:
Alfred, adjusting the newspaper: That’s entoloma sinuatum—
Bruce: I know











