Voicetesting | Hopefully going to havenrpg

[pagliacci]

Aww, kiddo, aren't you sweet? Sayin' you wanna spend more time playin' lil' ol' me! Well, don't you worry! It'll be easy!

All you gotta do is wrap up that app and send it in! Then we'll be aaaaall set! So whaddaya say, huh? Are we doin' this or---

Wha...? ...Wait a minute. No, no, time out! You were just talkin' about playin' Injustice?!

[She visibly deflates, pouting. Then, with a hmph:]

C'mon, don't tease me like that! We've got work to do!

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[deciphering]

I'll say. You're going to miss the festivities.

[as in watching Eddie lose his mind. yeah. can't blame him for looking so sour, can you?]

[pagliacci]

[And of course, she misses the implication completely. Good job, Harley.]

Aw, don't worry! Maybe there'll be a repeat performance next month!

[deciphering]

[he's sobbing on the inside.]

From your mouth to Satan's ears, Harl.

[pagliacci]

[Harley giggles lightly, skipping over to him and pinching one of his cheeks like an embarrassing grandmother.]

You're a smart guy, aren'tcha? So relax! I'm sure you can handle whatever your mun's got cooked up for ya.

[deciphering]

[it's his natural instinct to make fun of someone who looks mortified enough to crawl under a rock, but not when it's him. good job, Harley.]

If you want to win my heart, you'll have to do more than flatter me. I'm a little classier than that. [he gently pushes her hand away, huffing a sigh. finally, at length:] Bring the mallet.

[pagliacci]

Yeah, yeah, sure, sure.

[Come on, Riddler. The mallet was pretty much a given.]

Anything else?

[deciphering]

How about the cork gun?

[pagliacci]

Got it!

[deciphering]

And your boundless determination?

[pagliacci]

I was thinkin' maybe a picture of Mistah J, buuuut I guess that works too!

[deciphering]

[hear that little fwoooosh? that's the sound of the first vestiges of what could have been a good mood blowing away in the wind.]

Why would you waste room on that? I thought you were getting over him.