Gary emerged from the bathroom. "Hey, Joker, if you want, we could go out and steal you some real toilet paper. You don't have to use Highlights for Children to..." he stopped cold, seeing Roy collapse to the floor and his head roll across the concrete.
"Twenty-four! NOOOOOOOO!" Gary ran to scoop up his comrade's skull, and cried skyward. "Oh God, why? Why do you claim this angel now?"
He took only a moment longer to mourn before turning his attention to the clown. The sharp-edged lawn ornament in his grasp still dripped blood. Tucking the head under his arm like a football, Gary barreled toward the front door, hoping his momentum would keep the Joker out of his way.