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Heeere's Joker!

"Jingle Bells! Batman smells! Robin laid an egg! The batmobile lost a wheel, and the Jo=ker Got A-way!" He laughs. "Merry Christmas, Milliways!" He laughs again.

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"You certainly seem happy."

""

He eyes Scrooge. ""

"I don't NEED to be in a commercial, I'm already filthy rich enough." Scrooge says. "No, I came here because I thought the Christmas spirit wouldn't be as bad here, but unfortunately it is." He glares at the horribly decorated Christmas trees. "It's all gifts gifts gifts around here as well."

"Because I already feel obligated enough to buy gifts back home for my family, but I weaselled my way out that by coming here. Christmas isn't my kind of holiday. I have to give my employees the day off, AND you get pressured into spending money on gifts for people you don't even really care about."

Bah humbug indeed.

"" He looks outraged.

"I can't do that! They're family." He looks thoughtful for a moment. "Even if it would save these gift-buying problems... but if it weren't for my family, I wouldn't have a cheap labour force I can use whenever I like. And as for the gifts they get me... well..." He snorts.

"Did you do anything about Christmas then? Besides being cheerful?"

"" He shrugs. ""

"A gift for the entire city? How generous of you. People must quite like you back home then."

He grins. ""

"Hmm, I don't do much for the city at the moment. Although... before I came here and started a business empire, it was nothing but a small village. They should give them something to me!"

He smiles. "I like gold, but I'd rather have it in my Money Bin. A golden statue will just get stolen by thieves. And as for worship... not that kind of duck, really. Some respect, and for people to buy things at my stores. That's all I need."

He leans in conspiratorily. ""

"Look, worship means you get believers, right? And believers mean you have to keep them happy. And that costs money. I have enough trouble with the people who rent my flats as it is!" He takes a sip from his drink. "Maybe you should do it. Get worshipped. If you do, tell me how it turns out."

He chuckles. ""

"The thing is, they're all dead. I am very much alive, and hope to be for a very long time."

"Maybe I will. Thanks for the conversation, I must go. The annoying cheerfulness and Christmas songs are getting too much for me."

Scrooge grumbles as he leaves. "Damn that thought-to-be-the-richest-fictional-person-by-Forbes!"

(OOC: No, seriously. Goog Forbes fictional richest 15, and Santa's number 1 for some reason)

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