Harley was screaming in joy as the Joker went to town on her. Mary Marvel on the other hand felt as if she was drowning but somehow she wasn't. The unholy thoughts were spilling past her defensives. She began to see not just Charlie Chaplin film shots
but saw and hear Charlie telling her that the best way to handle a crowd was with a meat cleaver.
"Harley," Joker gasped for air, "Have you ever had an albino sausage?"
"That's my favorite!" Harley squealed as she ripped off the Joker's pants and deep throated him.
The Monty Python Flourist character was teaching Mary how to commit chemical weapons attacks now. And in the back ground a dozen fetish porn versions of Harley Quinns were making out with each other.
The slurping sound meant that Harley had finished off that round. She came up and gave him a kiss which since drinking the sludge he didn't mind that it was a snowball.
"I Love you mister J!"
"I love you Harley," Joker said, "I love you so much..."
"How much do you love me?" Harley set up the punch line.
"So much that I need another shot at you!"
The Joker tackled Harley and went straight into missionary position. Harley giggled as she was impaled.
Mary Marvel was that who she was? Or was she Marvel Mary? Was she Scary Mary? Was she the Carnival Marvel? What the hell was going on and why was she so turned on at watching an old John Cleese fuck a young John Cleese in the ass.
Just then a kitchen timer went off!