"Hmm... guns... guns..." The Joker, "Mm no. Don't know." he grinned maniacally again, little titters of laughter escaping him every now and then. So posessive this one was, disappointing, guns were just guns, objects. Besides, Joker was a knife man, he only used guns when it was necessary.
"Freaks, freaks everywhere, I'm liking this place, it just reaks of disorder. There's no hierachy, nothing... even the Bat and friends are failing, have you noticed? All the murders and the-" he stopped as the fingers around his neck squeezed. "This place, ruins things, everything. It really speaks to me."