You already had me at nachos, but I'll be turning that machine into a margarita mixer too. I need a real drink and real food.

[Real food for Harley just so happened to be junk food. The more fake cheese, the better, and tequila paired well with gas station nachos the same way it paired well with bad choices.]

I'm Harley Quinn, by the way. Newly assimilated into this medieval horror show. Nice to meet ya.

This your place, I take it? One corner of the nearest hemisphere that feels like home. Greasy food included.