What do you get when you cross a mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash?! I'll tell you what you get: You get what you fucking deserve!

Dear friends… Today is the day that the Clown cried. But he cried not for the passing of one man, but for the death of a dream. The dream that he would someday taste the ultimate victory over his hated enemy. For it was the Batman that made me the happy soul I am today. How I agonized over how to thank him for that. Perhaps with a cyanide pie in the face. Or an exploding whoopie-cushion playfully placed in the Batmobile.

But those dreams were dashed by the weaselly little gunsel standing there in our midst. This cowardly insignificant gonif who probably got lucky when Batman slipped in the slime trail this loser left behind him. This disgusting mound of hyena filth who’s not fit to lick the dirt from my spats…!

But I digress. The time for sorrow has passed. It’s time to look to a future filled with smiles. And I’ll be smiling again just when we take that man THERE…

…and stick him in that box THERE…

…and slip him into that vat of acid THERE!

Well, that was fun! Who’s for Chinese?