Henry Cavill and his agent Danny Garcia are greeted at the gate of WB by midget Charles Roven.
Roven: The last time we met, you was taking a piss out of the bad cgi on your face.
Cavill: I seem to remember a different cut. Both smile and hug embrace each other/
Roven: You stand in the presence of Walter Hamada of House Low Budget Horror Films, rightful heir to the WB Throne, rightful Chief of the NEW DC Properties and the First Producer Men, Protector of Director Cuts, the Father of Budgets, the Khaleesi of the Great Brass Sea, the Underrated, the Breaker of 2.5 hr Films.
Danny Garcia: This is Henry Cavill. He is your Superman.
Hamada: Thank you for traveling so far, I hope the seas werent too rough.
Cavill: The winds were kind, chief.
Hamada: So I assume, youre here to bend the knee and sign a new contract.
Cavill: I am not.
Hamada: Well, that is unfortunate. Youve traveled all this way to break faith with WB?
Cavill: Break faith? Your bald director gave me fake lips. He burned my soul alive. He would have burned the original Snyder cut
Hamada: Whedon was an evil man. On behalf of this new DC Management, I ask your forgiveness for the crimes he committed against you. And I ask you not to judge a new commanding chief for the sins of his predecessor . I am the last Producer these DC films will ever have. Honor the pledge your previous agent made to us. Bend the knee and I will name you Superman for many years to come.
Garcia: I know my accent only works with The Rock in the room with me, but Lord Cavill only has one more film left, your grace, he deserves a better pay.
Hamada: DC films going forward will be tight on budget and low on big brand names. Sign on and I promise you after the storm rinses away, your house shall be paid in gold.
Garcia: Looks around. I don't like that deal.
Hamada side eyes Roven/
Cavill: Youre right. Youre not guilty of your predecessors crimes. And Im not beholden to my previous agents vows.
A bald tub of lard Geoff Johns walks into the room and whispers something into Hamada's ear.
Hamada: It seems our enemies to the east have surpassed our JL numbers yet again.
Cavill: Am I your Superman?
Hamada: Not yet.