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The Joker makes his appearance, singing as usual.

"Tiptoe ... through the bodies,
In the graveyard, won't you come along and
Tiptoe ... through the bodies
With ..."

He stops singing, seeing someone he recognizes.

"Well, well, well ... who do we have here?"

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He claps a hand over (the wrong) eye. ""

He drops the joking aspect and hand immediately.

"... You know, you might have more friends if you didn't constantly threaten to steal their body parts."

Remember that thing Mel told him about not being stupid?

Obviously, he doesn't.

He nods.

"Oh, right. Silly me. How could I pass up an offer like that? Incidentally, have you ever thought about selling used cars?"

He stops, fingering his chin in thought. "" He grins. ""

"It counts for something," Xander mutters.

For example: Why would anyone steal a USED car?

""

Because it's less likely to be missed immediately.

Xander fails at logic.

"There are a thousand ways to say no, but somehow I don't think a single one would penetrate."

He laughs. ""

"NO."

He grins. ""

He scowls. "Oh yeah? Good luck with that."

He grins. ""

Xander smiles tightly.

"Now, Option B you might have a chance with. Scarily enough."

He glances at Xander out of the corner of his eye, then blinks and looks at him directly. ""

"Orders of the 'tender himself." He doesn't look pleased. "Apparently, they don't let us keep people out of circuses on the basis of stark raving lunacy anymore."

""

He glances out the window. ""

"... Right."

He glares Meaningfully. "So you're in. I don't like it."

Does he dare ask?

"... Who from?"

Why yes. Yes he does.

He grins. ""

Xander makes some kind of gargling noise.

"WHOA, there! Can we get off the Wrong Train, buddy?!"

He smirks nastily. ""

He is barely able to contain his horror and disgust.

"Okay, how about no? That pesky little two-letter word that isn't in your vocabulary?"