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Riddle 019: If You Can't Beat 'Em...
Feb. 20th, 2011 09:38 pm[After getting off the phone with some drones at the Mayfield High School, he hangs up---though it appears as though he hasn't placed the phone all the way onto the hook. As such, you'll be able to hear him talking to himself.]
...Ethics. This place wants me. To teach Ethics.
[He laughs to himself. A cruel, ironic, cold laugh. A sad, pathetic laugh. What a joke.
He's distracted, however, by the sound of a knock on the door. There's the sound of some shuffling, a door creaking open, and indistinct chatter. Then the sound of Edward opening the package he's received, and a sharp intake of breath when he sees just what lies inside. Those of you on the phones can't see it, but his housemates most certainly can. It's a bright orange prison jumpsuit, the words "ARKHAM ASYLUM" stenciled on the back in black letters, with his prisoner number over the front pocket.
With a low, almost inhuman growl, he throws the package to the ground, marching over to the phone. He doesn't care who hears this.]
Is this some kind of a joke to you, Mayfield?! [He laughs harshly.] Well, guess what? You got me. You really, really got me. Ha. HA. HA.
[This town wants to remind him that he's an awful person? This town WANTS him to be a criminal? Well... There's only one thing to do, in that case. And with that, he filters the call to a few select people:]
[Filtered to Lex Luthor, Pokey Minch, and Harley Quinn]
I need to speak to you. Immediately.
...Ethics. This place wants me. To teach Ethics.
[He laughs to himself. A cruel, ironic, cold laugh. A sad, pathetic laugh. What a joke.
He's distracted, however, by the sound of a knock on the door. There's the sound of some shuffling, a door creaking open, and indistinct chatter. Then the sound of Edward opening the package he's received, and a sharp intake of breath when he sees just what lies inside. Those of you on the phones can't see it, but his housemates most certainly can. It's a bright orange prison jumpsuit, the words "ARKHAM ASYLUM" stenciled on the back in black letters, with his prisoner number over the front pocket.
With a low, almost inhuman growl, he throws the package to the ground, marching over to the phone. He doesn't care who hears this.]
Is this some kind of a joke to you, Mayfield?! [He laughs harshly.] Well, guess what? You got me. You really, really got me. Ha. HA. HA.
[This town wants to remind him that he's an awful person? This town WANTS him to be a criminal? Well... There's only one thing to do, in that case. And with that, he filters the call to a few select people:]
[Filtered to Lex Luthor, Pokey Minch, and Harley Quinn]
I need to speak to you. Immediately.
