The Joker - already well aware (or maybe completely unaware) that he was, generally, disgusting - ignored any expression that Crane might've made. He grabbed the highly bent spoon and dug in, pushing the unopened, factory-sealed box of Wheaties over towards the doctor.
"I had to convince him, though." He picked out the few marshmallows that made it onto the spoon, dropping them back into the bowl before slurping down the spoonful. "It was... a little distressing. I came to talk to you about it, because, uh, you're the head-doctor. Not me."
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Date: 2009-02-10 10:15 am (UTC)"I had to convince him, though." He picked out the few marshmallows that made it onto the spoon, dropping them back into the bowl before slurping down the spoonful. "It was... a little distressing. I came to talk to you about it, because, uh, you're the head-doctor. Not me."