It is so difficult not to. Watch this video if you have seen Batman2, then read on unless you haven't seen it, and can see everything, like me. Might ruin it for you...
The Joker. There, but for the Grace of God, go I. You'd be surprised at how easy it is. If you cringed at the idea of dissecting a frog in biology class, well, you are A) lucky and B) not ready to go to the next level. And I was born several levels above that one.
The Joker was treated to immense child abuse, which turned the robot into a psychotic monster. My Dad beat that bullshit out of me. And my Mom made me go cut my own switches. And her Dad used me as an excuse to go to his bar. Down on the waterfront. He left me outside. I was five.
On the way home, he would stop at the Woolworth's and let me pick a toy. For some reason, I always picked a cap pistol.
I have been known to carry two 1911's in the front of my pants, set up for a cross-draw. In other words, butts facing inward...and three mags for each in between them behind my belt. Three more apiece in my front pockets, and three more apiece in each back pocket.
Toy with me, and I just might explode.
Do you really want to be in the same room with The Joker?
This movie really fucked with my head. Not since Hannibal Lecter's autobiographies have I been spoken to from the screen like that.
I am neither proud, nor happy about this.