He lies! There is nothing beyond The Wall. The world outside is gone. There is only Wasteland.

For those who must know how the trilogy ends:
Well, the talent agent is just absolutely floored. "What on earth do you call an act like that?!"

One in the front, one in the middle, one on the back end.

Now, Mr. Majestyk. That was a good one. Bronson was one bad melon-farmer.
No, really. The mob tried to take his melon farm…

Thousands of years ago, when The Crow was in reruns on TNT…

That's the joke, yes.

How's Annie?

But will he do what They say can't be done?

Shoplifting and claiming you're from the moon. Next she'll be torching Carl's porn collection and teaching Meatwad to smoke.

Ah, yes, Drones vs. Amateur Cabbies: A classic 'Snobs vs. Slobs' conflict.

"Hey! Talking Bird! Can you say 'nevermore'!"
"Fuck you."

-Today's new issue of Moon Knight, basically.

… And for a moment, I'm on Saturn.

Or, I guess whatever my equivalent of 'sploosh' is, but with sexist indignation.

He's an exceptional thief.

Excellent.

How do you think Cruella got her coat money?

It can't rain all the time.

Yes, yes, we've all read Ben Edlund's parody of The Crow.

Where's Firefly?