Joker's Log
Well my surprise visitor was a bust. The Bat brought that jerk Nightwing. That annoying monkey has a way of making me more homicidal than I already am. I'm almost certain that the Bat was smirking last night. It's like he could tell what I was thinking. It's not my fault I want to dowse the guy in meat tenderizer and throw him in a piranha pit. Bet he would still be talking the entire time, that stupid Bird-Bat hybrid experiment gone wrong mistake. I would love to drown him in a vat of hot oil. I know what deep fried bird is like, so I guess a deep fried Bird-Bat isn't much different. I assume it all taste like chicken in the end. Not that I have any intention of finding out. I only like to eat things that I know.
Strawberries, you never hear about anyone physically harming anyone else with strawberries. It seems like the happy fruit. I'm not sure fruits can be classified as happy, but if they could then strawberries would be. Then again, hotdogs don't seem particularly deadly either, although, they should be. I mean they aren't even real meat. Mac N Cheese, that's something else you never hear about, of course, it would have to be the good stuff, nice and creamy. Okay, so skipping dinner to work on my diabolical plans wasn't such a good idea. It's all catching up to me now, and keeping me from focusing. Even evil has to eat, I guess. Hopefully, the Bat won't bring potential flying monkey around anymore. Oh well, it's time for a dinner like meal.
The End