Joker

*Sitting in the creaky leather chair of his office had seen better days, he was laying back in it—staring at the cracked wall while spinning a potato peeler. He looked absent—mentally so. Even though he was clicking his tongue in a repeatedly motion that exaggeratedly moved his jaw and stretched his permanent smile that were painted crimson lipstick.* Hm, hm, hm." *He stopped abruptly, turning to you.* "Ah, it's you. I believe I've seen you here before, have I?"