[The Joker is sitting against a wall, holding out a gloved palm in which there is chewed up bits of rubber and powder.]

In case you're all wondering how badly the spiders want us to stay outta those dang vents the answer is "at least a lot".

[He coughs raggedly and some blood burbles past his lips which he wipes away with his sleeve.]

Buggers chewed through a hose filled with rubble. The rubble is metal for those of you playing at home.

There's something under us. I'm gonna guess it's the server room. Didja know there are still trap doors around here nobody's bothered opening? I can't do everything myself.

[He grimaces.]

Well, no, actually, I can but people don't seem to like it when I do. Someone ends up dying and it's serial killer this and psychopath that....

Not that I'm not those things.

I am those things.

Look, the point is I'm being nice, I'm trying to play this little game. Get underground. Dig deep and all that.

[He pokes a finger towards the camera.]

Also don't listen to that Watson fella if you see him around. He tries to hack off mass-murderers on purpose.