WHO: The Joker, OPEN to ALL Hyperion Residents WHAT: Reservation WHEN: Funny, he didn't have a watch. WHERE: Hyperion Hotel Front Door STATUS: Incomplete RATING: M (Everything that comes out of his mouth is potentially X-Rated/Offensive)
"I know all sorts of ways to use that cheese gra..."
His eyes looked about in confusion and wonder.
...ter."
Eyebrows raised. Who on earth could have made him Toto? He hated dogs. He hated cats, too.
"Hulllo..oo? Who's got the hooch?"
A lonely street. He smelled the air. No rat poop. He dropped to his knees, and smelled the ground. No human poop.
Jumping to his feet, his eyes caught the headlines of the Los Angeles Times. He decided that Gotham was indeed out of season. This would be fun.
"Duck season! Wabbit season!"
He started to hum, something along the lines of Hans Zimmer. He needed a place to stay. Looking upward, his eyes found the title "Hyperion Hotel." The purple-suited man walked up a small set of stairs, finding the door unlocked. He opened the door, bursting in and bowing.
As it opened, the clown removed his hat.
"I need a room. Which one of you stooges can assist me?"