I concede to you like a gentleman, and you continue to berate me like a barbarian.

I'd be less inclined to continue this battle, generally speaking.

But there is something about your terrible, imitation dollar general Joker costume and persona that intrigues me.

And just because you found a picture of me with another man doesn't change the fact that a gentleman in the sheets can still be a killer in the streets.

Cereal killer. Get it? I murder cereal.

Seriously though, where can I get a tube of that baby butt hurt?

I'd love to have some to give to you, after I'm done with your ass.

Take that any way you'd like, sugar.