Joker: So, the backstabbing, tightwads at IGN want to do an article about the Clown Prince, and they don't consult poor little old me? Ha, ha, ha, we'll see about that!!!
*travels to Gotham IGN corporate HQ*
Joker: *walks in building*
Security Guard: Do you have an appointment?
Joker: No, but you do! *sprays flower* Oopsy!!! Looks like you won't make it!!! Hahaha!!!
*strolls to a cubicle-filled 3rd floor and spots one lone employee*
Joker: Hey, you boy!!! Come here and learn somethin'!
IGN intern: Who me? Uh. . . yes. .yessi
Joker: That's the spirit you brown-noser. Tell me what I want to hear. . .I'm sure you'll go far. . .heh, ahem, anyway, what do you do when your boss mistreats you?
IGN intern: *creaky voice* Well, I usually put extra sugar . . in his coffee. . .and-
Joker: Ooh, dangerous boy. . . you depressing. . .
IGN intern: But he's diabetic. . .
Joker: Don't interrupt me YOU. . .wait a minute. Ha, ha, diabetic!!! There might be hope for you after all sport. Amusement is a start and we wouldn't want a several hundred dollar bullet to go to waste on someone such as yourself. Interrupt me again and I'll show mercy by giving you the whole clip!!! Understand?!
IGN intern: *nervous* Lucidly.
Joker: Excellent!!! On to business. . .why wouldn't IGN come to me for news about me?!
IGN intern: Uh, you're a convicted criminal. We're journalists. People say that we're stupid, but nobody says that we're brave.
Joker: Ha. . .ha. . leave the jokes to me nephew. That bullet is tempting me again. Anyways, I've left a smile for your corporate heads to see, and let them know that I'll leave many more if they don't list me as a consultant on 'ALL THINGS ME'!!!
IGN intern: They won't listen to me. . . and we pay consultants. I don't think they'll pay you.
Joker: Are interns paid to think? Ha, ha, it's your funniest joke yet, my boy!!!
IGN intern: You sound like my boss.
Joker: You sound like my dead nephew. A pity really. He never got it.
IGN intern: Uh, you sound like a man who's willing to make a deal. . . .
Joker: Now you're learning Jr.
*IGN exec walks onto the floor*
IGN exec: Johnson!! Who are you talking to? Why aren't you working? Do something before I do you a favor and relieve you of a job?
Joker: Ewww, how such a little man can demand such great respect is beyond me. Now, let's talk about what I want!!!
IGN exec: Who the hell are you?!
Joker: I'm life and death. Think very carefully before you answer the next question. How much will you compensate me with for ignoring ME and my input on. . .ME?!?!?!
IGN exec: Take that make-up off and get out of here you hippie, Judas Priest fan!!! Take your devil music. . . no, don't glare at me. . .you're one of Johnson's relatives aren't you?! Johnson, you're fired!!! I'm calling. . .
Joker: They never learn. . . .Johnson, don't say that family never did anything for you. . .
*long story short; an IGN exec is MIA, the Joker received a deposit in an offshore account which some perceive as the company's way of bribing him, and Johnson now has a desk, an office with a window, and his very own secretary - but Johnson's severe paranoia influences him to retrieve his own coffee*
IGN's magazine shipped a record number of copies during the 3rd quarter of their annual business and this was largely due in part to the unprecedented move of allowing the Joker to pen his own article. You guessed it; it was about none other than himself. Unfortunately, his presumptuous need for boastfully flaunting led to his capture(by a certain unfavorably highlighted Dark Knight), indictment, and conviction for the double-homicide at IGN HQ. Ironically, the Joker still has a subscription to IGN's publication.
*dramatization*
*No IGN employees, IGN properties, or IGN subsidiaries were harmed in the making of this sad attempt at making you . . . smile*