The clattering of a spoon into a plastic bowl filled with milk and Cap'N Sugar-Rot's Cereal echoes through the part of the warehouse that remains relatively empty in comparison to the cluttered, disorganized mess of "souvenirs" Jack had been collecting since his arrival to The City. It was a wide array of goodies, all with the theme of carnivals:
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Dummy drop upon dummy drop. Who knows where this thing came from?
Long and flat, addressed to the Joker.
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Noting the address, he brought it in with him. Gloved hands were slicked with grease, but were careful with the box. With a well-maneuvered hand, he ripped open the adhesive on the tape, and slid out the contents on a barren table, eyes meticulously watching the content...
... Something was coming.
And the Joker was involved.
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"Good day, Mr. Joker."
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Jack sets up the monitor on the table as the figure greets him, then finds a seat in front of the telly. One leg crosses over the other, fingertips press against one another as he leans back in a particularly thoughtful and almost diabolical posture.
"I get so few social calls these days... You'll excuse me, of course, if I request that you just get right to the point."
He had a task at hand... He didn't want to delay, but at the same time, he knew... He knew a shadowy figure meant something decidedly grand was in the works.
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