Judy studied the zombified Joker, keeping out of arm's reach. "Maybe he's like Bud from Day of the Dead," he suggested. "Maybe he can be trained to do things, if he's treated nicely."
"All right, you work on that. I'll be over here losing my lu-UUGHH..." said Punch, before doubling over and vomiting onto the street.
"Hey there, Mr. J," greeted Judy, being as broad as possible with his friendliness and waving. "You wanna play a game?"