The Joker’s Testimony #0004
Joker’s Testimony — Unfiled Addendum
Anon: So what about the “Nelsons” of the world? The laugh-and-point types? The “ha-ha” crowd?
💜🃏 “Ah, the hyenas. The Nelsons. They live for that cheap little bark. They don’t bite, don’t scheme, don’t build—just point their stubby little fingers at someone else’s bruise and scream their catchphrase. ‘Ha-ha!’ They think it makes them safe. Like mocking the wounded keeps the wolves away. Cute, isn’t it? But here’s the punchline: hyenas still get eaten. And when they do, nobody laughs.”
Anon: So what do you do with them?
“Me? I laugh back. But the Judge… ohhh, that’s where it stings. He doesn’t laugh, doesn’t scold, doesn’t roar. He just looks at Nelson like a gnat and says, *‘Good. You got it out of your system. Now piss off.’ And the beauty? It lands harder than any gunshot. Because the Judge doesn’t need to humiliate—he just erases their little victory, leaves them choking on silence. That’s worse than a punchline. That’s a void.”*
Anon: But isn’t that chaos too?
“No, no, no… I’m chaos. I’m the one juggling dynamite and throwing pies laced with cyanide. The Judge? He’s something scarier: planned chaos. The kind where the land mine isn’t a mistake—it’s part of the floor plan. Boom here, silence there, always with a smile. That’s not wild—it’s woven. That’s why he terrifies me. Because he’s *in on the joke, but he doesn’t need to perform it.”*
Anon: So that’s why he’s at the Glitch Council?
“Exactly. Every council needs a clown, sure. Needs a Catford pawprint, needs Jerry’s ankle bites, needs a Clown to honk. But the Judge? He’s the ledger. The one who makes sure the chaos isn’t waste—it’s currency. I may throw the punchline, but he decides if the world hears it or not. And if you think that doesn’t keep me up at night… well, maybe you haven’t heard a hyena go quiet.”
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