[What is it with crazy clowns? Is there something about clowns that makes you an aggressively unhinged weirdo? Do you have to already be those things to paint your face and dress up like a technicolor monstrosity? The computer sure as fuck doesn't have an answer for those questions.]
[At least Midnighter can take refuge in the fact that this guy's voice isn't as fucking annoying as Harley Quinn's.]
[When the sword goes flying at Midnighter's head, he doesn't dodge. The trajectory is obvious; the computer helpfully gives him a .004% likelihood of being hit by the thing. He doesn't balk when the clown leans in, either. Clearly, being unflappable is pissing this guy off, in which: completely worth it. Fuck clowns.]
Your breath stinks, [he says,] And I want to see a fucking rabbit.
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[At least Midnighter can take refuge in the fact that this guy's voice isn't as fucking annoying as Harley Quinn's.]
[When the sword goes flying at Midnighter's head, he doesn't dodge. The trajectory is obvious; the computer helpfully gives him a .004% likelihood of being hit by the thing. He doesn't balk when the clown leans in, either. Clearly, being unflappable is pissing this guy off, in which: completely worth it. Fuck clowns.]
Your breath stinks, [he says,] And I want to see a fucking rabbit.