[Joker isn't polite, exactly, but he is amiable and friendly as he is to just about anyone who works in the carnival as he comes to a landing. You never know, after all, when it's good to know even the low level workers. Leaning over to observe the little artificial pond that's always deeper than it logically should be, he whistles.]
Ah, think it's the fighty ones... Ah well, at least they don't eat wood, ha.
[His saving race- he'll always have a hand now, apparently.]
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Ah, think it's the fighty ones... Ah well, at least they don't eat wood, ha.
[His saving race- he'll always have a hand now, apparently.]