I’m Batman and I’m surveying the great skyline of my city, New York. As I’m standing there on the rooftop of the amazing Trump Tower, I hear a noise and reach down to grab my utility belt, but notice that it’s is kind of cheap.<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n It’s just not quality.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Melania is posing naked for a classy magazine.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n I’m really happy about this because I want everybody to see what I have and they don’t, so I’m at the photo shoot making sure everything goes Trump perfect. I’m giving Melania instructions on how to pose, and as she’s doing exactly what I tell her to do, I try to Tweet a picture with the words,\u201cTwice with this one last night!\u201d but discover I can’t get into my Twitter account, @realDonaldTrump.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I am building a wall. It’s a great wall, a huge wall. It’s going to be the best wall ever. And then somebody, A Mexican, approaches me and tells me that there are scuff marks on some of the imported marble. A Mexican. What does a Mexican know about imported marble? Nothing. Enraged, I pummel him with the might of an angry white nation, and when I’m finished I’m covered in Mexican blood, which is just disgusting. I try to wash it off but can’t, and the more people I hire to wash it off, the thicker and stickier it seems to get.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I am in the penthouse of one of my many, many luxury apartments. I’m there to evict the deadbeat tenants by forcing them to jump off the balcony. One of them refuses. I wake up in a cold sweat.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I am waterboarding Ted Cruz’s wife because she won’t change her last name to something American.<\/p>\n