You didn't! I just wasn't expecting—look, it doesn't matter, but I'm not intimidated!

[He barely recovers, if anyone would be kind enough to call it that. Shooting a glare at Bat-cat, which earns him a hiss, he then settles back into trying to seem far more imposing than anyone dressed like him could ever pull off.

Which he doesn't, to be clear.]

I eat what any cookie eats—meat jellies, jellybeans, jellyberries, candy pasta... The list goes on and on. Why are you asking me what I eat anyway? What does that matter? What's with you meat-people's obsession with eating things?

[He narrows his eyes.]