Your phone rings, you look at it. It's an unknown number. Overlooking all the things your mother has ever told you, you answer the phone. A low raspy, almost congested voice barks at you from the otherside; "I need your help", it says. You respond without hesitation, "little bro, stop being ridiculous and get off the phone, you're wasting my minutes". Immediately the voice snaps back, " I ain't your little brother". You roll your eyes and say " And I gave birth to myself", upon which you hang up. Batman, in awe struck horror, hands Joker the phone and says, "You'd think people would recognize the voice, what's the difference between me and you?" Joker's reply? "I ain't wearin' hockey pads"...
The Mgmt.
Projected with care by The Michael Betts, II. And Yes, that's definite!
