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Now with reinforced steel walls, 23 gallons of gasoline, nearly 73.4 types of flint-based torture devices, and a sprinkler system hooked up to my very own Joker Toxin. Do cause a disturbance, now!

For you mass-murdering lunatics to hug out your various daddy issues! Free for everyone to use at all time! Except dead people, of course, that'd be just silly.

Ooh, someone turned off all the lights. Better see if there's anything you can do in here, losers!

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Sanity's last stand.

For those lazy bums who just want to watch the gruesome torture instead of participating. Feel free to comment!

You just have to love a place designed to give shocks almost as powerful as my Joker buzzer here! Not only will they kill you, but they'll revive you immediately after killing you, just so I get to kill you again! It's a bit of a shame I can't kill you multiple times with my other tricks hidden here, but don't worry, the excruciating pain more than makes up for it!

B is for Batman, he's dead enough for me! B is for Batman, he's dead enough for me! B is for Batman, he's dead enough for me, oh Batman's dead body starts with B! Look on the bright side, after a couple weeks in here, you'll start to envy ol' Bats!

Hm, looks like you kids got the cool cell block! Don't mess it up now, or I'll have to kill you! Well, I'll kill you eventually anyway, but more painfully. Come to think of it, maybe it'd be more evil to leave you alive... ah, whatever. Toodles!

Congratulations, you got the best cell block at achieving mediocrity! Oh, Harley tries hard, but she still hasn't quite reached that multi-million bodycount. Cheer up, I'm going to let her practice on you guys! Watch out for the hyenas!

Yeah yeah, so I got bored of watching you lunkheads muddle around in your little groups and your little alliances. So I figured, why not add a little chaos to the mix? And then I realized, it'd be far more fun to add a LOT of chaos to the mix, and then handcuff random pairs of you idiots together! If this arrangement bothers you, please detonate the bomb strapped to your waist, and your remains will be dumped into the bay within a couple of months.

Oh, tis a sad day when the luxurious Arkham Asylum is reduced to housing its guests in such pits. Why, I nearly ran out of barbed wire when constructing the bunks! These shoddily made rooms barely deserve the title of death trap, and I intend to fix that right after I finish beating this corpse. Feel free to make modifications until then!

Let's see, did my construction crew finish with this place in time? I hope so, else I'm going to have to get Harley to let them know just how disappointed I am. Ooh, here's the list. Pitfalls, spikes, banana peels, 23 acid water guns, a catapult, and two dead puppies. It looks like I won't have to kill those workers after all... personally, anyway. They're all yours, Harley!

You know, part of me was worried that none of you losers would make it this far, so good show, chaps! However, this little party isn't over yet, we've saved the best for last! Welcome one, and welcome all to Joker's Funhouse! Renowned for its 99.9% casualty rate, with the remaining 0.1% being you guys. Not for long, of course. Let the fun begin!

It's funny to say, but these are actually the least deadly of the accommodations Harley and I are providing here. Though come to think of it, it's also the least lively place in the whole asylum. Ah well, enjoy your stay, you might just be here a while...

You know, it's kind of fitting that this particular loser came back from the dead. After all, he's got plenty of experience after that one incident with the crowbar. That said, I doubt any of you will have that kind of luck if you die here, so do try to make your death entertaining!

You know, this team name is so lame, I can't even come up with any jokes to make about it. Oh wait, here's one... ... Nah, it's just not up to my standards. Tell you what, just check back later.