"You know," Joker muses, "you really do make a lot of assumptions."
His gloved thumb shifts behind his hand. Finds what he assumes are the remote's intensity toggle buttons: the lower end of the rectangle a slightly concave circle, the upper end a convex one. He taps the upper end a couple of times. Let's have it at, oh, three clicks up for starters...
"For instance." He lowers his head and torso a little, as if he's bending down a bit to better see the riff-raff, because frankly, he's 6'5, and Fido is awfully low to the ground. And once this show gets going, he doesn't want to miss a single twitch. "Whoever said I was pet-shopping for myself?"
His thumb moves to the zap-the-pup button, but doesn't yet push.
"And even if I were... How could you possibly know if you would like what I'd do to you or not?" He smiles again. "What are you afraid I'll do to you, hm?"
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His gloved thumb shifts behind his hand. Finds what he assumes are the remote's intensity toggle buttons: the lower end of the rectangle a slightly concave circle, the upper end a convex one. He taps the upper end a couple of times. Let's have it at, oh, three clicks up for starters...
"For instance." He lowers his head and torso a little, as if he's bending down a bit to better see the riff-raff, because frankly, he's 6'5, and Fido is awfully low to the ground. And once this show gets going, he doesn't want to miss a single twitch. "Whoever said I was pet-shopping for myself?"
His thumb moves to the zap-the-pup button, but doesn't yet push.
"And even if I were... How could you possibly know if you would like what I'd do to you or not?" He smiles again. "What are you afraid I'll do to you, hm?"