[He laughs and coughs into his fist.]

You say that but I'm alive, aren't I?

Too bad, that. So sad.

[There is a loud scratching on the door and Joker sighs. For a moment he debates whether or not he should ignore it, then he turns and opens the door for a large spotted hyena.

The beast steps in, shakes snow from its fur, and sits back on its haunches.]

Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about again? Ponies? I hope it's ponies.