Shaco: (mock evil laugh) Summoner, welcome to die!
Issun: Wha--? That doesn't make any sense.
Shaco: It makes perfect sense. Now get on with your interview thing.
Issun: Oh, right. Well, to start, what do you like to do in your spare--?
Issun: ...(feels a tap on one shoulder, then the other, prompting him to look both ways behind him)
Shaco: (reappears in front of Issun) That. And of course, other stuff. But that's for me to know and you to never find out.
Issun: Um, okay. Well, what do you like about the League of Legends?
Shaco: This. (sets off a jack-in-the-box in front of Issun, prompting him to stumble back in surprise) (laughs gleefully and diabolically)
Issun: Okay. Well, um, what do you dislike about the League?
Shaco: Some people just have no sense of humor at all. Come on. Death is just another part of life. Laugh it off, people! Laugh it off!
Issun: Most people don't find death funny, and I think I understand why.
Issun: Because they don't know what'll happen to them afterwards, and they're scared of what might happen.
Shaco: I'll tell you what happens afterwards. People cry. They do stuff to the corpse. Then they forget about the dead person in a few years. Or if you mean what happens to the soul of the deceased, I have no idea, but it's hysterical all the same.
Issun: ...Uh, moving on, is there anyone you miss in your homela--?
Shaco: (screams in mock agony) Don't say that word.
Issun: What word?
Shaco: I can't tell you, suffice to say is one of the words I, Shaco, the Demon Jester, cannot hear.
Issun: Okay. I get it. You don't want to talk about it. So, what's your favorite food?
Shaco: My left.
Shaco: Oh! (laugh) I thought you said "foot". My mistake. To answer that question properly, I don't exactly have a favorite food, but I can tell you what my favorite drink is: PUNCH! (fires a spring-loaded boxing glove into Issun's face, knocking him down) (laughs hysterically and diabolically)
Issun: (moaning in pain) What was in that thing?
Shaco: Oh, nothing. Just my rock collection. And my bone collection. And I think I put my miscellaneous heavy object collection in there too.
Issun: (staggers to his feet) Okay, so what's your favorite color?
Shaco: Black and blue, the colors of your face right now.
Issun: ...Oh, I get it.
Shaco: You'd better.
Issun: Well, moving along, who have you met in the League who particularly interests you?
Shaco: There's a buck-load of people and other creatures I've met here, but none strike my fancy quite like Ryze, Karthus, Kassadin, and Mordekaiser. I swear, those four have the exact same voice as me, except that their versions are all warped! I don't really sound like that, do I?
Shaco: That's what I thought. Now get on with it.
Issun: Oh, right. Well, to finish this interview, how long do you plan to stay in the League?
Shaco: Who cares? I'm here, am I not? No, wait. I'm not. (disappears)
Shaco: (reappears some distance behind Issun, doing the chicken dance to the audience)
Issun: (turns around to try and see Shaco)
Issun: (scratches his head, then starts walking away only to trip and fall on his face) Nmmpth... (realizes that someone tied his shoelaces together)
Shaco: (reappears on a tree branch in the distance and laughs hysterically at Issun before falling off)