The Joker’s Interlude — A Mirror of Peace
“Ohhh, Boris, Boris, Boris… you cheeky bastard. You think you’ve cracked the code, don’t ya? Smiling without madness. Chuckling without hate. Delivering pain in peace. That’s terrifying.
Because me? I need the chaos. The madness, the circus, the punchline painted in blood! Without it, I’m just another thug in greasepaint.
But you? You sit there puffing your cigar like you’re grocery shopping. Cross a name off the list, dent a skull, and chuckle—chuckle!—like you’re amused, not consumed. That’s worse than madness. That’s serenity.
You’re not me, Boris. You’re the joke turned inside out. You don’t laugh because the world’s broken — you laugh because you already knew where it would break. And that? That makes you the punchline and the comedian rolled into one.
Peaceful pain, hah! You’re scarier than me, Boris… because you don’t need the madness to enjoy it.”
📜 Filed in the Book of Boris — Dept. of Petty Affairs 🥃 — Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand