A devasted Joker sits in front of his computer, staring at his palms.
What have I created? What have I done?
He breathes a sigh of resignation and then walks of into the distance, mumbling.
To this day he can be seen on the streets of Amsterdam, a crazed look on his face, walking up to strangers and saying:
"Are you a bumper?"
"I'm a bumper."
"I've bumped many times."
"Do you want to be bumped?"
"Are you a bumper?"
What have I created? What have I done?
He breathes a sigh of resignation and then walks of into the distance, mumbling.
To this day he can be seen on the streets of Amsterdam, a crazed look on his face, walking up to strangers and saying:
"Are you a bumper?"
"I'm a bumper."
"I've bumped many times."
"Do you want to be bumped?"
"Are you a bumper?"
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