Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2013 22:44:34 GMT -5
He burst opened the front door with a large grin on his face, a few clown masked thugs in tow. “Joker’s in the house!” he shouted, his hands waving in the air as he walked right passed the hostess, who pressed herself against the wall, trying to stay invisible. The active area of Iceberg was silence by his presence. Aw, how cute, they know who he is.
He walked right up to an occupied table. It looked like the State Senator and his prostitute of the evening. He stepped on the man’s lap. “Excuse moi,” he said with little care, stepping on top of the table, knocking there food and drinks all over.
His long arm reached up to the security camera, and he knocked on it. “Hello in there!” he called out, “Is the flightless bird ready to come out and play? Or is your fat lard stuck in your chair. hahAHAHA!” His mechanical laughter echoed through the entire room before he turned around, and plopped himself down on top of the table. His fingers turned and grabbed hold of the fork that was left on the plate. He forked a piece of the steak and brought it to his mouth, chewing and eating it slowly before his features turned to disgust. Ozzy needed to fire his chefs. He spit the steak back out on the plate. “Poor choice of location for date, bucko. Good thing ya payin’ her,” he laughed.
The State Senator face turned to rage. It must have been something he said, then again, aren’t all politician emotional children. He should suggest that Eddie-boy run. He fit the child’s pin like a glove fits a fin.
“You come in here, interrupt my dinner, and insult my guest. I’ll have the police after you before you can say sorry,” the politician whined in that arrogant self-important voice people get.
The Joker laughed. “Call’em buddy boy,” he said, then slammed the fork into the politician’s hand. A loud scream exploded into the air. The Joker leaned forward, grabbing the man’s chin, and yanking his face forward, “I don’t think the pigs or your voters will understand the joke of a sex scandal.” His voice was cold and serious, his eyes locked with the frightened man.
He patted his cheek, and the grin returned, “Lucky for you! I always get the joke!” He laughed and hopped off the table.
“Now, what’s a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?”
He walked right up to an occupied table. It looked like the State Senator and his prostitute of the evening. He stepped on the man’s lap. “Excuse moi,” he said with little care, stepping on top of the table, knocking there food and drinks all over.
His long arm reached up to the security camera, and he knocked on it. “Hello in there!” he called out, “Is the flightless bird ready to come out and play? Or is your fat lard stuck in your chair. hahAHAHA!” His mechanical laughter echoed through the entire room before he turned around, and plopped himself down on top of the table. His fingers turned and grabbed hold of the fork that was left on the plate. He forked a piece of the steak and brought it to his mouth, chewing and eating it slowly before his features turned to disgust. Ozzy needed to fire his chefs. He spit the steak back out on the plate. “Poor choice of location for date, bucko. Good thing ya payin’ her,” he laughed.
The State Senator face turned to rage. It must have been something he said, then again, aren’t all politician emotional children. He should suggest that Eddie-boy run. He fit the child’s pin like a glove fits a fin.
“You come in here, interrupt my dinner, and insult my guest. I’ll have the police after you before you can say sorry,” the politician whined in that arrogant self-important voice people get.
The Joker laughed. “Call’em buddy boy,” he said, then slammed the fork into the politician’s hand. A loud scream exploded into the air. The Joker leaned forward, grabbing the man’s chin, and yanking his face forward, “I don’t think the pigs or your voters will understand the joke of a sex scandal.” His voice was cold and serious, his eyes locked with the frightened man.
He patted his cheek, and the grin returned, “Lucky for you! I always get the joke!” He laughed and hopped off the table.
“Now, what’s a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?”
