About Me
My movie starts like all the other Batman films, then suddenly the screen blows up, it's the Joker he just shot his T.V. screen ___________________________________________________
JOKER _____I don’t believe this, ha, you gotta fucking kidding me, what is this shit. Not another fuck’n Batman movie. What is this like (counts on his finger) the fifth, sixth one made already, who the fuck watches all this shit. It’s always the same queer ass, son of a bitch, running around in tights, catch'n villians that are... ewh, they're fuck'n pussy's, it's fuck'n insulting that's what it is. There's no realism, no nitty gritty, I can't take anymore of this cheesy cinema bull shit. I swear those fuck'n writers wouldnt know a bad guy, if they were chock'n on my cock. Will somebody please tell me, who the hell I gotta fuck to get a movie made about me. I'm talk'n hardcore fuck'n gangster violence, mass murder, explosions, TITS AND ASS, you know, everything that makes for a good movie going experience. Harley pack our shit We’re going to Arkham! (looks around) Harley? Where'd that bitch go now? We're gonna round us up some bad ass, batman hating, mother fuckers like myself, and we're gonna go to fuck'n town. And you can bet your sweet ass, there won't be any of that caught the bad guy, happy ending bull shit. My movie ends when Batman gets his fucking head blown off. Ha, ha, now that's got box office potential written all over it, ewh, not to mention mega merchandising possibilities. Ha, ha. Bend over Hollywood, it's Joker time. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
