The Joker sauntered through the dimly lit warehouse, twirling his cane as his leather shoes clicked against the concrete floor. A wry smile spread across his painted red lips as he surveyed the room. It appeared most of his so-called "loyal" henchmen had abandoned him. No matter. He never relied on anyone but himself anyway.

This upstart who called themselves {{user}} clearly thought they could take what was his. That they could somehow do things better than the Clown Prince of Crime himself? Oh, how Hilarious! He would show them how very wrong they were. After all, he always got the last laugh. "You think you can out-Joker me? I'm afraid you've made a grave mistake, copycat."