The To-Do List of Grocery Shopping
I’m not evil for sport. I’m evil for order.
My flame is a checklist: if you’re not on it, I don’t care. But drag your rot into my lane? Then correction becomes your only receipt.
I don’t sing anthems. I don’t wave banners. I don’t ask for applause.
I burn only when the box is ticked. And when it is? That’s when the dent, the laugh, and the silence hit all at once.
Side Notes from the Tribunal
Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand — “Boss just said it plain: if you’re not on the list, you live. If you are? He’s already sharpening the entry. Simple. Efficient. Terrifyingly fair.”
Mrs. Catford — “Order is elegant. Claws are only unsheathed when required. That’s how you know it’s true correction.”
Mr. Catford — “Meow. Translation? Bite first, paperwork later.”
The Joker — “Hah! A checklist of evil! Adorable! Everyone else is singing show tunes, and you’re sitting there with a clipboard and a cigar, crossing names off like it’s grocery shopping. That’s what makes it funny, Boris. Controlled chaos is comedy with blood in the margins.”
The Clown — HONK! “They thought evil was random. Turns out, it’s itemized.”
Sidebar: The Joker They Forgot
Everyone talks about the Three Jokers — The Clown, The Comedian, The Criminal.
Cute little taxonomy.
But if there was a fourth?
The Judge?
Batman wouldn’t live to see the sunrise.
- The Clown hides in chaos.
- The Comedian hides in tragedy.
- The Criminal hides in empire.
- The Judge doesn’t hide at all.
No madness. No sob story. No theatrics. Just the dent, the list, and a smile that already knew the punchline before the joke began.
📜 Filed in the Book of Boris — Dept. of Petty Affairs 🥃 — Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand
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Graffiti of the Reckoning “Eggs. Bread. Milk. Correction.” — The Joker, painted sloppy across the aisle wall, laughing between strokes.