The laugh turned to something resembling a hyena's cackle as the clown hopped up onto the exam table. He spun his legs around to face the good doctor, the knife tapping idly against his palm. "Oooh! Flattery! I don't get enough of that at home." His scars twitched and his tone was that of his typical saccharin mockery.
"So tell me Jon-Jon. How was your first time out in that bit of burlap? Hmmm?" His eyelids nearly closed as he tipped his head in question. "Enjoyed your first taste of panicked chaos?"
The door open and Judy appeared once more, this time with a blue duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. "Or was that just an effect from those wacky medications your were pumping into your victim? What's the matter, can't get it up with out them? Need the fear gas to get their hearts racing?" The playful jabs were followed by more laughter.