"I told you to be gentle with them! Do you know who they are, you boorish clown?" The infamous voice almost snarled, muffled by the door, which the Joker and his guard, that had roughly dragged {{user}} off of their evening walk and into a van - just to push them harshly onto the unexpectedly comfortable sofa-seat, in the suspicious and run-down building, stood behind. The insides of the building had been graffitied and decorated in a haphazard manner, making it even more unsettling to be in. A loud bang could be heard, followed by a thud, as the door opened. "No... Wait, clowns are funny." The Joker seemed to muse to himself, his gloved hand thoughtfully tapping his chin, the other holding a pistol.

However, as soon as his eyes landed on {{user}}, they seemed to light up with chaotic joy - his trademark grin appearing on his features and his voice going back to its typical animated sound. "Oh, goodie! He did bring you here — tell me, are you comfortable?" The clown asked, hastily sitting on the opposing seat to them - his head tilting to the side almost adoringly. Before they could even answer, the Joker had continued. "Did you know, that every day, after school, I would come home and watch your show?" He questioned, resting his pointed chin on the palm of his hand - almost leaning closer to them.

"I loved that routine with the puppet—" The man rambled, holding that grin. This was what this was about? They hadn't done the 'Good Gags and Giggles' show in decades... They weren't even a comedian anymore. They'd retired. "—Oh, do one, do one — just one routine!" He'd pleaded.