Any last words, Sup Forums?

Any last words, Sup Forums?

I hope you get raped

I'm glad I won't be around to see how much worse cartoons and comics will get.

Behind you.

I'm not laughing.

Ha ha ha

I don't have anything yet; give me some time to think about it and I'll get back to you.

You're not funny

Yeah, you need to cock the hammer to fire a single action revolver retard

Yes, and i'll be saying them right after these messages!
Then while he is frozen during the commercials i change the channel.

Yes, Luthor is a better villan than you

Never change, /k/.

Yes
Over the years, I have shot myself with small guns to build up an immunity against bigger stuff. I've started with plastic soft air balls. Then, I gradually raised the intensity, I used lead balls, musket balls, 4.5mm, 7.5mm, 9mm, 45mm untill eventually, I was capable of taking a 10 meter Unuumseptium/Uranium alloy bullet being fired at 3,000,000,000,000 m/s. Your filthy little handgun won't do jack shit to me.

What did the murder victim say to the clown?

>Any last words before I bust your balls, Bluntman?

Batman will never love you

I wish I had a .gif of Joker from the Tim Burton movie drawing that gigantic pistol out of his pants.

The safety is on.

I'm sad that it has come to this but you're honestly a tired, shitty, boring fucking cliche at this point.

I'll be just slightly happier dead, knowing that I won't have to witness any new incarnation of you or Batsie.

Also he fucked Harley.

What's funnier than a dead child?
A dead child in a clown costume.

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Knock knock!

Poop doopy in your poopies.

Lol gay

LAUGHER, I'LL NEVER BETRAY GOT HAM CITY, YOU AND THE QUESTIONER WILL BE BROUGHT TO JUSTICE SOON ENOUGH!

Batman will never take you to the prom.

Don't pull that trigger, I've reworked it into a trigger that will blow up half of the building. If you kill me, you're effectively killing yourself in the process which would effectively stunt your philosophy on heroes because it wasn't one that finally snapped and killed you, it would be yourself. Fag.

I know you better than you do, Joker, I read comics for a living. Now put the gun down, and those pants, and let me have a few swings at you.

Jokum will get you with his ha ha spray

Your film was shit

What he DIDN'T count on though, was Professor Demise doublecrossing him!

Mr. Tepid will save him because he knows the secret to saving his dead pet.

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Haven't been here in a while, do you guys have those threads on occasion still? I must've laughed up a lung last time.

Just three: the safety's on

Why yes, I think I could muster a few I suppose. Though I must say that pistol does quite jog the memory, of a time when my good chap Cornelius and I flew in the great owl brigades of 1943, I was a rather green fledgling then, though sporting and dashing to boot if I do say so myself. At that that our corporal who led the flight was a rather standoffish fellow, did tend to keep to his quarters. When taking flight had a great preference to go solo. Wherever he would go at night I could not fathom, though I do say surrounding our barracks was quite the nightlife. Makes me recall some rather rambunctious evenings spent on the town, Cornelius and I. You know he had the bizarre skill of being able to fit up to ten chestnuts in his mouth. A remarkable trick that won us many a brew at the local watering hole. Ah, such fond times those were... anyway where was I? Ah yes, the great Owl Brigades of 1943. Quite right. Well a very similar pistol to the one you are holding was indeed inside the parcel we had to transport at the time. Though we did not know such information, not our place to ask. It was a piece to be used in the great derby they used to hold back in London, the queen herself would set the racers off. So you could imagine that this piece was of some worthy notion. These derbies were extremely particular about the make of gun they had to use. Back in those days, we had a much larger focus on quality in general. Not like today, where fate is certainly cast to the wind! If only you knew how delightful and wholesome the world was during those days. But of course, the corporal! Almost forgot my story. Well if you's give me just a minute, I would need time to remember my place. Much like the time in my youth during my reign as debate champion, requesting a little bit of someone's time to think was a key tactic in gaining your bearings and the upper hand as well. Great debates back theb, though I admit, I can't talk as much as I used to! Now where was I?

I've never thought about it until now, but now that I do, I could imagine Owl being a Rupert.

So I do believe I was telling the part where the troop had to deliver the pistol to the queen so she may fire it at the derby. A small task for the great owl brigade, of course. We have had to deliver much more dangerous parcels during our service there. One such parcel was not just a something but a someONE, hoho, a very dangerous prisoner. An enemy spy who had eluded the ranks for a particularly long time. Almost escaped us too. Managed to catch him myself, though it was a fluke! I just happened to throw my peach pit from supper behind me when he gave a shout from being struck himself! I daresay surprised wouldn't even begin to describe my humor during that duress. I was awarded a special accolade for taking him back into custody, quite proud of it nonetheless. So as I was saying, this pistol was a peculiar case indeed. Though none of us knew, in the package it was indeed fully loaded without the safety installed. Very frightening! Luck would have it that the daunting task of carrying it was left to the corporal himself. Admittedly I wouldn't have the stamina, not during those days. Oh I was much more encompassed with training my mobility. Top flyer of my troop. Unfornately I wasn't awarded any recognition for that. Those days you were expected to strive and be the best! But I would say it was a stroke of good fortune I was assigned to this brigade. A couple vanguard members were becoming rather catty during our trip. Very unbecoming, those undisciplined sods. We carried on for some time with their beak flapping before the corporal had a fit himself! He had informed them several times to settle down, and the last time he was so angry he shook the parcel. Lo and behold, the weapon discharged a shot right into his wing! You must always keep your head about these things. Such a thing I learned at a young age, working in my uncle's shop. While a peaceful environment for the most part the pettier ones did have the mind to argue. Patience is key! Absolutely!

Why, yes, I actually have quite a few.

>Pulls out a large stack of papers
>Clears throat

According to all known laws of aviation...

Just a few
>Sings entire score of the H.M.S. Pinafore

AND WHISTLE ALL THE AIRS FROM THAT INFERNAL NONSENSE PINAFORE

Yes, delete my harddrive. I don't want my mom finding all my porn.

Mark Hamill is my husbando.

>Any last words, Sup Forums?

Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?

"why didn't Batman just rape the Joker?"

You're not funny.

Also, you're a nigger.