Wanna know how I got these scars? My
father was… a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than
usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn’t like that.
Not-one-bit. So - me watching - he takes the knife to her, laughing while he
does it! Turns to me, and he says, “why so serious, son?” Comes at me with the
knife… “Why so serious?” He sticks the blade in my mouth… “Let’s put a smile
on that face!” Aaaand…Why so serious?
[to Gambol's thugs, being held helpless by his own] Now, our operation is
small, but there’s a lot of potential for “aggressive” expansion. So, which
one of you fine gentlemen would like to join our team? Oh, there’s only one
spot open right now, so we’re gonna have…Tryouts. Make it fast.
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