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There is...

Uhm... Dude, you sure you want to go through with this? It's kinda silly. Okay, it's your head.

There is a young looking Tim in the bar. It is, in fact, the Tim Hunter known alternatively as Jack Bone and Hellspawn.

He is dressed....are you sure? I mean, this isn't something you take back.... Fine.

He is dressed like a pirate.

With a steering wheel sticking out of the top of his pants.

Come ask him why, if you dare.

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"Pirate?" Parker grinned.

"Indeed matey!"

As he absently strokes the steering wheel.

"Why?" Parker scratches his chin, gives Tim a once-over again.

"Why not?"

Jack shrugs.

"No real reason. You can look however you want." Parker sits down. "You just look like a costume party on crack."

Parker has seen a costume party on crack. It is a surprisingly apt analogy.

It is. Especially with the steering wheel.

"I actually just came froma party. You were supposed to come dressed as a joke."

"What was your joke?"

Parker waves over a waitrat. "Beer," he orders.

He gestures at the steerin wheel.

"Arr, it's drivin me nuts."

"That's... special," Parker says. He's amused, though, light lines around his eyes, a hint of a smile. "I assume you were a hit."

"Always am."

He gives a grin.

River, sitting on the floor by the bar, is giving him a very dubious look.

She's good at those.

He gives her a smile.

"Arr lassie!"

"Your punchline," she informs him, "is antiquated."

He droops.

"Aww... but it's a good one!"

"Pun, or play on words."

"The inherent humor is dependent on stereotyped linguistic drift paired with the colloquial idiom."

Beat.

Seriously, "Concretization is perilous."

He scratches his head.

"You don't like the joke?"

"I'm feeling highbrow," River informs him serenely.

This may or may not be true. River's sense of humor is often very deadpan.

He peers at her.

"Well, you're no troglodyte"

Blank look.

This, River feels, is obvious.

"Who have, y'know, low brows...."

He waves it off.

"Nevermind."

"Ocular atrophy," River corrects.

"Pirates traditionally favored scurvy."

"Turns your world all topsy turvy."

Oh no, now he's rhyming!

River, alas, does not appreciate the poetry. On the contrary, he's getting the weird look again.

"Not in the usual symptomatic map," she says very patiently.

"Try acute gingivitis."

"And you don't know which way right is."

Oh, lordy... he's in an odd mood tonight.

The You are weird and incomprehensible look is scaled up a few notches.

Woot! He scores!

River thinks this reaction is weird, too.

Everyone's shocked, the narration is sure.

"What?"

He points at the steering wheel. ""

"Arr!"

Tim smiles, thrusting out his pelvis

"It's drivin me nuts!"

Joker gives Tim a look as he realizes he's been Scored On. ""

Jack just grins.

"Give it a shot."

"" Or was that TMI?

Jack shrugs.

"Your call."

If there's one thing that The Joker can't deal with, it's torturing himself by being forced to decide to go with the evil answer or to play nice because Bats is watching him.

Security in this instance, but still. He grinds his teeth, squints, and points at Jack. ""

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