Greeted warmly by the producer and director we had ourselves a sit down to discuss details.When I showed up I was surprised to see Ethan there."How's ...t going? Didn't expect to see you here." I said shaking his hand."Who do you think suggested you for this project?" Ethan said with a smile."Thanks." I said feeling a little more comfortable with the situation.The producer and the head of the studios were also there when we sat down for the meeting."I assume you have some questions and I figure. .. And yet, he knew they hadalso given him everything. He knew he would never be the same and he knewhe had a new and exciting future to plan.As he entered his house, he went immediately to The Sanctuary, his refugefrom the world. His head was pounding and he felt nauseous. The alcohol hehad consumed on his first "drunk" had wiped away every inhibition, yet itleft him feeling rotten. He kept the lights low and lit four votive candlesat the alter he had constructed to his mother's memory. He. "She fractured her humerus into a bunch of little pieces, and they were worried they'd never fully mend." Ah, but that's just the thing, they did. You can see where they joined, but they seemed to have done so in a unique way, as if the new tissue somehow fused with the older tissue, making a solid joint where you normally wouldn't find one."Alex arched his eyebrow, trying to determine whether Simon was pulling his leg or not, but he continued on. After all, he still had to disabuse him of a. But then, everyone's face is a mask. For that matter,so is virtue or evil or religion or justice. They're all masks. What arewe left with but laughter and madness, and is there any end or depth tothe madness in which we can plunge? I haven't found any. This made melaugh and laugh, my famous laugh. My laughter made the world tremble.Well, it should. As well it should - after all, I'm the famous Joker. I'mMadness, Madness Incarnate.The crazy fools keep trying to 'cure' me, sending me to Arkham..