Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2013 8:47:43 GMT -5
The Joker burst through the double wide doors of the office with four thugs in clown mask in tow. He wore all black with his large floppy orange flower on his lapel. He pulled out a white handkerchief, dabbing it on his eyes his lips pouting out with the still frozen smile on his face. “Boys, it’s a sad sad day isn’t it?” he announced in the large office.
People stood from their desk at the commotion, but once they saw who had arrived, they either froze in panic or quickly hid underneath it. A few even started crying. How caring and sympathetic that they felt his grief as well! How disgusting…
He sauntered in to the receptionist desk, leaning his elbow onto it and peering over it to see the young girl, cowering right below the edge of the wooden object. The sound of Bud and Lou, growling and yanking on the leashes the thug behind held seemed to echo around the room. They had become quite obnoxious without their mother around to dote on them. Joker was tempted to put them down in classic old yeller fashion.
He ranged the small little bell on top of her desk repeatedly, and when the girl still didn’t stand to speak, he picked up the little bell. “I think it’s broken,” he said with a bewildered expression, “Where is my servent!? Butler!” he started laughing and through the bell hard into the glass window. Expecting the window to shatter, the bell only bounced, making a small crack and hitting a person in the back of the head. He stopped laughing, as he observed, “That was anti-climactic.” He pointed his finger to it, and one of the thugs walked over with a baseball bat and started bashing the full length window.
As it shattered, glass sprayed in and outside the large building a bust of wind gushing inside. “I guess Daddy was wrong about him becoming a baseball player,” he started laughing before returning his attention back to the receptionist. It was so difficult to find good service these days. No wonder why this new generation spends most of their time sucking off of Ma & Pa, instead of going out to work. It was nothing like the old days, not that he could remember his age to begin with. He laughed at the thought. But he was darn sure certain that youngster were walkin’ ten miles in the snow and working fifteen hour days. He sighed. They certainly don’t make law abiding citizens like they used to. They used to be much more fun to terrorize.
Oh what was he talking about.
It’s always fun to terrorize.
“Miss Blondie down there, HeeLLOOOO,” he leaned further over the desk, “You’re keeping us waiting up here.”
The blonde girl slowly and shakily stood. She looked on the verge of tears, her face contorting into horribly ugly expressions. “How can….I help you, sir,” she said almost below a whisper.
“FINALLY!” he proclaimed like her reactions to him were completely out of the norm. He might had killed a few people, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be treated less than a human being. The slaves didn’t appreciate it. Why would he? He started laughing, full smile still on his face, “We don’t have an appointment, but I thought our chances were fairly high in squeezing in some of that CEO’s time…what his name…Dave…Baloney Sandwich?” He tapped his finger on his chin, misplacing that last name. It didn’t really matter. Who really knows the name of the CEO for a company that makes Milk Cartons?
“What is going on in here?” a large white collared man with a thick neck and too tight a suit walked down the hall until he came around the corner and saw their merry ol’ crew. He took a step back looking ready to bolt.
“Mr. Baloney!” Joker said, going over and grabbing the man’s hand and shaking it firmly, “Glad ya could meet with grieving patrons like ourselves.”
“It’s Bradley,” the man stated in shock.
How embarrassing! It was too late now to change it, so he just had to go with. You can’t stop a speeding train when it’s already minutes from derailing from the track. You might as well enjoy the ride. “Thinking about your name in a time like this! We have a crisis! A missing person! Mr. Baloney, we have to get the news out now before she ends up in Cleveland! Have you seen what they do to girls up there?” A low warm feeling in his chest so exploded out in a full fit of manic laughter. He couldn’t stop himself. It really was the funniest thing he had heard in a long time, and honestly, who doesn’t need a good laugh every once in a while?
People stood from their desk at the commotion, but once they saw who had arrived, they either froze in panic or quickly hid underneath it. A few even started crying. How caring and sympathetic that they felt his grief as well! How disgusting…
He sauntered in to the receptionist desk, leaning his elbow onto it and peering over it to see the young girl, cowering right below the edge of the wooden object. The sound of Bud and Lou, growling and yanking on the leashes the thug behind held seemed to echo around the room. They had become quite obnoxious without their mother around to dote on them. Joker was tempted to put them down in classic old yeller fashion.
He ranged the small little bell on top of her desk repeatedly, and when the girl still didn’t stand to speak, he picked up the little bell. “I think it’s broken,” he said with a bewildered expression, “Where is my servent!? Butler!” he started laughing and through the bell hard into the glass window. Expecting the window to shatter, the bell only bounced, making a small crack and hitting a person in the back of the head. He stopped laughing, as he observed, “That was anti-climactic.” He pointed his finger to it, and one of the thugs walked over with a baseball bat and started bashing the full length window.
As it shattered, glass sprayed in and outside the large building a bust of wind gushing inside. “I guess Daddy was wrong about him becoming a baseball player,” he started laughing before returning his attention back to the receptionist. It was so difficult to find good service these days. No wonder why this new generation spends most of their time sucking off of Ma & Pa, instead of going out to work. It was nothing like the old days, not that he could remember his age to begin with. He laughed at the thought. But he was darn sure certain that youngster were walkin’ ten miles in the snow and working fifteen hour days. He sighed. They certainly don’t make law abiding citizens like they used to. They used to be much more fun to terrorize.
Oh what was he talking about.
It’s always fun to terrorize.
“Miss Blondie down there, HeeLLOOOO,” he leaned further over the desk, “You’re keeping us waiting up here.”
The blonde girl slowly and shakily stood. She looked on the verge of tears, her face contorting into horribly ugly expressions. “How can….I help you, sir,” she said almost below a whisper.
“FINALLY!” he proclaimed like her reactions to him were completely out of the norm. He might had killed a few people, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be treated less than a human being. The slaves didn’t appreciate it. Why would he? He started laughing, full smile still on his face, “We don’t have an appointment, but I thought our chances were fairly high in squeezing in some of that CEO’s time…what his name…Dave…Baloney Sandwich?” He tapped his finger on his chin, misplacing that last name. It didn’t really matter. Who really knows the name of the CEO for a company that makes Milk Cartons?
“What is going on in here?” a large white collared man with a thick neck and too tight a suit walked down the hall until he came around the corner and saw their merry ol’ crew. He took a step back looking ready to bolt.
“Mr. Baloney!” Joker said, going over and grabbing the man’s hand and shaking it firmly, “Glad ya could meet with grieving patrons like ourselves.”
“It’s Bradley,” the man stated in shock.
How embarrassing! It was too late now to change it, so he just had to go with. You can’t stop a speeding train when it’s already minutes from derailing from the track. You might as well enjoy the ride. “Thinking about your name in a time like this! We have a crisis! A missing person! Mr. Baloney, we have to get the news out now before she ends up in Cleveland! Have you seen what they do to girls up there?” A low warm feeling in his chest so exploded out in a full fit of manic laughter. He couldn’t stop himself. It really was the funniest thing he had heard in a long time, and honestly, who doesn’t need a good laugh every once in a while?