Actually, this is all just a bad dream. You’re at home, in bed, heavily sedated, resting comfortably, dying from the carcinogens you personally spewed in a lifetime of profiteering. Tragic irony or poetic justice, you tell me.
The Penguin
Ah, the direct approach. I admire that from a man with a mask.
The Penguin
The heat is getting to me, I’ll kill you momentarily.
The Penguin
Touring the riot scene. Gravely assessing the devastation. Upstanding mayor stuff.
The Penguin
Why is there always somebody that brings eggs and tomatoes to a speech?
The Penguin
You’re just jealous because I’m a genuine freak and you have to wear a mask.
The Penguin