The Joker

[The Joker]

The Joker cuts the Sirius-wide communique and steps away from the console. Lawyer was standing right next to him.
- Packages have been delivered, mister Ha-ha - he says.
- Good, good - the Joker replies. - You've done a fine job for a man who is getting payed for double-crossing and lying to people. I have no use of you anymore.
With these words, he swiftly stabs the lawyer into his neck which gushes out a river of blood.

Shortly after his last kill, the purple suited man enters a room in which huge purple-black hibernation chamber was in. His thugs were mournfully watching his boss as he was laying down onto a green bed surrounded by flickering purple lights. Several cats were already firmly sleeping on that same bed.

- Life support is at 100%, master roger-roger - says Droney in his commonly artificial tone.
- Auto-navigational system is at 96%, Joker - Shushy adds with a sad scientific face. - This box won't have any problems avoiding planets, asteroids and potentially unsafe anomalies.
- Solar panels are all good and shinny, boss! - Mimmey adds as well with his surprisingly merry voice for this occasion.
- I'm sorry I wasn't much active during these last few months - Bozo felt he had to say something. - I was studying and I...
- Forget about it, Bozo - The Clown replies - My Thugs... You can bet that I'll remember only the good and fun times we've shared here, with those who stayed and those who departed as well - he pauses and closes his eyelids - I... I feel so much relieved now. I don't know why. Don't know how to explain it. I've never been happier! - he pauses again. - Now close this damn thing already Droney. And restart yourself.

Let me sleep forever...

As the huge doors are closing, shadowing upon the Man of Many Jokes, Joker's Vacuum Cleaner of Doom, Droney, figures out that it would be nice if his master programmed him to learn how to cry.

Two huge robotic arms seal the eternal space-tomb, releasing steam which covered thugs' saddened faces. They leave the launch-room few moments after like a disappointed kids on a Christmas morning. The whole room depressurizes followed by an opening of a huge cargo bay doors on now already abandoned Asylum. Slave Liner of Lost Minds releases a grave of the last comedian, like a smuggler getting rid of the unwanted cargo before the cops' arrival.

Purple-black coffin, in which he was now frozen with a smile on his face, is jettisoned into an outer space, soon to be gently gliding towards the stars which glowed dimly in the dream-like galaxies that lay ahead.

Finally, the sirian story of The Infamous Joker ended right there, in front of that colorful horizon.

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