Music Meister: Gears grindin', 'ropes bindin', coils windin, for a super sap! DEATH TRAP! Pistons pangin, clamps a-clangin', springs sprangin', it's the last lap! DEATH TRAP!
No encore for you this time, Batman! And I'm afraid it's closing night for my little birdie, too. A shame; we could have made such sweet music! But now the world awaits my final number... and I shouldn't keep them!
Black Canary: Acid steamin', blades gleamin', lasers beamin', final Night Cap! DEATH TRAP! Bone crushin', 'flesh mushin', gore gushin', it's a dirt nap! DEATH TRAP! DEATH TRAP! DEATH TRAP! Batman: Was the singing really necessary?