Keyser Soze
AW YEEEAH!
- Joined
- Mar 9, 2002
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At The Boon Dock Bar & Grill, The Joker was on the phone. One of his street-level snitches had contacted him with an interesting tidbit of information.
"So, The Penguin wants to see me, does he? This could be interesting. I'll be sure to pay him a little visit later tonight. Thanks for the info."
The Joker ended the call, turning back to the man he had tied to a chair. This nobody sat in front of him would be playing a very important role in his plan.
"I know how you're feeling. You're scared, aren't you?"
"I am not scared of you," said the man.
The Joker chuckled.
"Well, you should be," he replied with soft menace, "But it is admirable that you can stare fear in the face. You are quite the fighter. And I'm glad. It's not as fun when people die quietly."
The Joker picked up a knife from a nearby table.
"I bet you haven't had a significant day in your life. But you're significant to someone, aren't you. Somebody loves you. And that's why you are so useful to me. I'm going to...heh heh... leave a little message with you. This is going to hurt. A lot."
The Joker began carving a message into the man's chest with a knife. The man's face contorted in pain, and he bit down on his lip so hard that it began to bleed. But he didn't scream. He never screamed.
REMEMBER WHAT DAY IT IS. That was themessage carved into the man's chest. Oh, the meaning that little message held. That message pointed to another irony, possibly the sweetest irony of all. This was one joke that would crush his nemesis forever.
"Funny how things turn out, isn't it...Alfred?"
"So, The Penguin wants to see me, does he? This could be interesting. I'll be sure to pay him a little visit later tonight. Thanks for the info."
The Joker ended the call, turning back to the man he had tied to a chair. This nobody sat in front of him would be playing a very important role in his plan.
"I know how you're feeling. You're scared, aren't you?"
"I am not scared of you," said the man.
The Joker chuckled.
"Well, you should be," he replied with soft menace, "But it is admirable that you can stare fear in the face. You are quite the fighter. And I'm glad. It's not as fun when people die quietly."
The Joker picked up a knife from a nearby table.
"I bet you haven't had a significant day in your life. But you're significant to someone, aren't you. Somebody loves you. And that's why you are so useful to me. I'm going to...heh heh... leave a little message with you. This is going to hurt. A lot."
The Joker began carving a message into the man's chest with a knife. The man's face contorted in pain, and he bit down on his lip so hard that it began to bleed. But he didn't scream. He never screamed.
REMEMBER WHAT DAY IT IS. That was themessage carved into the man's chest. Oh, the meaning that little message held. That message pointed to another irony, possibly the sweetest irony of all. This was one joke that would crush his nemesis forever.
"Funny how things turn out, isn't it...Alfred?"