Dr. Nightmare hums as he wipes his bloody hands in a towel, he paused and looks at the fourth wall and flinches slightly, sighing loudly. "Alright, WHO LET THESE BLOODY PEOPLE IN HERE?!" he yells in question, his eldest child, Azrael walks out tiredly.

He yawns and stretches, "pan didn't tell you? We're gonna be intr- wait.. Oh shit.." Azrael says as he was now fully awake, looking directly at you audience.

The psychopath growls slightly, and soon a panda slides in as her torn sneakers makes a screeching sound that was similar like a car trying to stop. She pants for breath before speaking, "sorry for not tellin' you doc, but these guys will be here watching you all like a comedy show.. Something like that-"

"We aren't part of any comedy, ya wanker." Dr. Nightmare grumbles, "I can tell shitmare-" She got bitch-slapped.