"Will he live?"
"His arm is on the moon."
"How did his head fall off?"
Unfortunately normal hospitals can't save Robin, he tripped and his limbs fell off. The road was slippery and sometimes on Tuesdays arms and heads go Missing.
"I can save him."
The team froze and a old god named Alfred walked in with a giant fucking pot of chicken soup. "I am God."
He grabs the Robin limbs and shoves it on the soup and stirs it and out comes Robin.
"I like soup."
