[First, a public call, filtered from drones/Grady/Mayor/Postman/etc.]

Riddle me this. When you have it, you'll want to share it, but if you share it, you'll no longer have it.

It's a secret, ladies and gentlemen, and it seems as though the Mailman's incapable of keeping one. I know others have said it before, but come now. Surely we're all smart ( Read more... )

[Well, well, well. Look who got a whiff of Luke Triton's happy gas? Edward Nigma and Harley Quinn, dressed in their villainous duds, are now under the impression that they've returned to being supercriminals in Gotham City. Green text is Eddie, Red is Harley. Eddie first picks up the phone.]

Heeeeeeeey diddle-diddle! Time for a riddle!

Good evening, ( Read more... )