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[he_is_wild]

There is a pattern and a rhythm to what I do! I do something terrible, he beats me up, he tosses me into Arkham and I escape again!

What does not happen is me waking up in a gutter, half-drugged outta my skull and still in a straitjacket.

*His voice is harsh but those used to hearing it may detect an undertone of pain*

What happened to the

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[he_is_wild]

*The edge of frenzy drops from his voice and he speaks with calm and amusement*

No worse than ever, poppet.

Has our fair city been treating you well?

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[he_is_wild]

Of course I worry...

And didn't I promise I'd take you around town? Hm?

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[he_is_wild]

But I'm a man of my word.

*A pause*

There's an old theater near Old Gotham called The Comedia. I think they've rebuilt it....

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[he_is_wild]

Why, I'll treat you to a film there! Oh, they play all the best comedies from the finest comedians!

Charlie Chaplin, Harold Lloyd, W.C. Fields, The Marx Brothers...

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[he_is_wild]

You haven't!? Goodness! We must rectify this at once!

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[he_is_wild]

I do! I cannot allow someone to go on not knowing the genius of the Marx Brothers!

When you are ready, dear child, let me know.

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[he_is_wild]

As you wish! Your humble Jester will await your summons.

((ooc: Fff, obviously, you shouldn't feel at all pressured into going. He can get easily scatter-brained when this much chaos is going down.))