So clearly, he's supposed to continue down Path A here. If a given man is either a clown or a hostage, and he's not a hostage, what must he be, class? And, since Joker is, in fact, in the market for a great many new clowns, and since Skippy here has already given a fine demonstration of his potential as a giggler, he should probably skip on ahead to the talents-and-requirements part of the prescreening process.

But that would be missing out on some potential fun en route. And, sure, sure, it's not always about the journey, but on a hot day like this one, in a delightful place like this one, why not take a moment or two to indulge in a little chit-chatty sidebar?

"Enlighten me," Joker says, amused. "What would make you annoying, precisely?" One corner of his smile creeps a little higher. "You don't really come across as a sniveler or a screamer. Don't look like much of a blusterer, either." He considers. "You're not one of the ones who wants to use the vending machines or the toilet every half hour, now, are you?"