[pm] So, you enjoying your little game so far? It's been a real riot.
[pm] Chin up, pussy cat. I’m sure you’ll get your target next time. I’m a might disappointed Harleen is still in one piece, I’ll admit.
[pm] So, Game Master, riddle me this-- if you're the controller of the game, the one who made the rules, that doesn't mean you dictate our actions. You simply dictate what our actions cause. So first off, I'd like to ask if you'd even cooperate if I asked questions. I don't really want to waste my time here, seeing as you gave us so little of it.
[pm] Who do you think you’re talking to, The Riddler?
One more night, friend.
I greatly dislike you.
Tsk tsk. Manners.
[pm] This is your courtesy warning. Stay the hell away from them.
[pm] It’s a little late for that, boy.
The Joker? We don’t get along. He spends most of his time jealous of me. Besides he’s in Arkham. What kind of game are you playing?
Ah. I can’t blame you for that. Should I meet him, I’m sure I would find his lack of logic and reason maddening.
My games are based in game theory, not Candy Land and Monopoly. If you have a real interest, I can offer you a demonstration once I finish my current round.
What a dull response. Not at all what I expected from someone who calls himself “The Game Master”
Go chat up the Joker if you’re looking for a laugh. My games are not for anyone’s amusement but my own.
[mask pm] You touch one goddamned hair on their heads and I will make your face melt without the hocus pocus. I’d imagine it’ll be less surprising, but infinitely more painful.
[pm] You don’t get to make the threats. Do you know how easy it would be to capture one of them? All I have to do is wave my hand.
In fact, I’m toying around with one right now, but I’m sure you haven’t heard about that. He’d probably deny it. No one wants to tell you anything; they clearly don’t trust you.
I’m not sure it’s been remedied. I have no clue who you are other then “The Game Master”
Go pick up a newspaper sometime, dear.