Do you wanna know how I got these scars? My father was a drinker…and a fiend. And one night, he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not…one…bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me, and he says, "Why so serious ?" He comes at me with the knife — "Why so serious?" Sticks the blade in my mouth — "Let's put a smile on that face! "And… why so serious ?
Don't talk like you're one of them! You're not… even if you'd like to be. To them you're just a freak, like me. They need you right now, but when they don't, they'll cast you out. Like a leper. See, their morals, their "code"… it's a bad joke, dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. I'll show you. When the chips are down, these uh, these "civilized people, " they'll eat each other. See, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve.