Do you want to know how I got these scars? My father was…a drinker…and a fiend. One night he goes off crazier than usual, and Mommy picks up a kitchen knife to defend herself. Well, Daddy doesn’t like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife and slices her up, laughing as he does it. And then he looks at me standing there, and says, “Why…so…serious?" And as he’s walking over to me: “Why…so…serious?" And then he puts the knife in my mouth, like this, and says, “Let’s put a smile on that face!"
Fla-she-ro!
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