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Batman, in full gear and brooding intensity, challenges Homer Simpson to a fitness contest. The Batcave has been transformed into a high- tech gym, where Batman easily does push- ups, pull- ups, and parkour, all while narrating his training regimen in a deep voice. Meanwhile, Homer struggles to do one sit- up, eventually giving up and eating a donut mid- contest. Alfred watches in the background, holding Homer’s workout towel as he gives up entirely and starts watching TV on the Batcomputer. “I’m Batman, ” Bruce declares, finishing the contest effortlessly, but Homer, proudly patting his belly, says, “And I’m hungry!” as he offers Batman a donut

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