Dick, running away with arms full of cereal boxes: Stay away from me!
Tim, running after him: YOU HAVE AN ADDICTION!!
Jason, running after Tim: HE TOOK MY GUN!
Dick: Cereal is my soulmate!
Tim: Get a life!
Dick: I'd die without my Frosted Flakes!
Jason: At least you won't be eating that junk!
Dick: I'll be burried with a box of Froot Loops!
Tim: Give it up! It's an unhealthy obsession!
Dick: hisses in raisin bran
Bang
Dick: YOU JUST SHOT ME!
Tim: Oh shit, I'm so sorry!
Jason: What have I told you about running with guns?!
Damian: I'm gonna put myself up for adoption.