"How do you want me to fix things, Harv?" the Joker asked, deadpan as he ripped open the cellophane covering. The stove was old and he was pretty sure the gas would start leaking soon but that didn't matter - not when he had food to make. "I thought you'd be, uh, happy that I was doing something tame, not out there wrecking havoc." He pouted at Harvey, pursing his lips a little obscenely. "There's just no winning with you."
The second pilfering raised the Joker's hackles and so he grabbed one of the chicken breasts and threw it at the other with a sneer. "If you're going to snack, go for the gold."
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Date: 2009-03-17 10:16 am (UTC)The second pilfering raised the Joker's hackles and so he grabbed one of the chicken breasts and threw it at the other with a sneer. "If you're going to snack, go for the gold."