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Enter stage left, a petite girl in jester's clothing. The (self-proclaimed) lovely and talented Harley Quinn comes skipping blithely into the Nexus for her premiere appearance, humming a piece of Martin and Lewis' "Hey Punchinello" to herself. Her arrival today is fairly unintended, however, and she's oblivious for some time that she's not still traipsing through the streets of Gotham City. It'd remind her of one of those scenery change gags made popular in old cartoons if she was only aware of her own delayed reaction. Building, building, alley. Building, building, alley. Giant sign. Huh. It hits her without making contact. She skids to a sudden stop, staring up at the conspicuous multiverse welcome for a brief moment in confusion. Ask a question. She shrugs off the abnormality of it all in an abruptly casual way, and shifts the large wooden mallet carried against her shoulder down to the floor to lean upon the handle.
"What's the screwiest thing ya ever did for love?"
Harley then pouts for a few seconds in thought before adding, "Or, if you're the unlucky nebbish type, try this one on... How many chances is too many to give a fella? One? Two? Three strikes? Thirty-seven?"
"What's the screwiest thing ya ever did for love?"
Harley then pouts for a few seconds in thought before adding, "Or, if you're the unlucky nebbish type, try this one on... How many chances is too many to give a fella? One? Two? Three strikes? Thirty-seven?"