Using hostile force, Copperhead and Eels drag Zandar back to the shed and painfully strap him to a chair with steel chains. The Joker lowers himself to eye level with Zandar.
Joker: ‘You wanna know how I got these scars?’
Copperhead shows his impatience and smashes the butt of his rifle into the back of Zandar’s skull.
Copperhead: ‘I don’t have time for that psychological crap, man! You know what those Dreadnoks did to me n’ Eels?’
Zandar looks up with a defiant smile.
Zandar: ‘You mean those Dreadnoks that will be back in moments? You’d better run, Joker. Run while you can.’
Joker: ‘Well, you see, I would, but I’ve got this nasty kink in my knee. Besides, your Dreadnoks have been taken care of. They won’t be going anywhere any time soon. We have hours to play.’
From behind, Zandar can hear the cold blades of Storm Shadow being freed from their sheaths.
Joker: ‘I remember what you did to me. You and that brother of yours. It hurt. I like it when it hurts.’
Zandar: ‘I have a contingency plan.’
Joker: ‘I’d like to see that. I really would.’
Suddenly the door bursts open and the room is showered in radiant white light. Silhouetted by the light stands a lone man
Man: "Now, hold on a minute. Just wait one second here. I can’t just let you torture this man. I don’t particularly like him, in fact I barley even noticed he was there! Well, except for the pink scarf and the headband… he looks a little like something out fo Flashdance, don’t you think? Anyways, my point is I don’t know him from a bar of soap and I admit he looks a bit like a neon Road Warrior, but I can’t just let you torture him now can I?’
Copperhead squints his eyes to the light.
Copperhead: ‘Is… he wearing a bow tie?’
Man: ‘Bow ties are cool!’
