Here at Gotham Zoo, we have plenty of fun for the entire family! Come and see our tigers,
polar bears, penguins, and so much more! With the recent edition of our Reptile House, now you
can experience even more safari fun! You can pet the iguanas, watch the snakes in their habitats,
and feed the crocodiles- - crocodiles- - crocodiles- -
LANGSTROM: This is Dr. Kirk Langstrom at Arkham Asylum on November 15th, 1992.
With the permission of Professor Hugo Strange, I’m here to conduct research with Patient
#83357, Waylon Jones, alias “Killer Croc.” The aim of today’s session is to isolate the
mutagenic properties within Waylon’s blood. I hope to determine if it has any medical application.
CROC: What’s up, doc? I don’t get many visitors. I think most people find me… offsetting.
LANGSTROM: Well, I find your condition fascinating,
Waylon. I’m very grateful for your cooperation.
CROC: [chuckles] Doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice now, does it?
LANGSTROM: …Right. Regardless, this shouldn’t take long. I merely wish to take a blood sample today.
CROC: Your funeral.
LANGSTROM: [moment of silence] There. All done. Now to
begin analysis. [device begins to whir] Mr. Jones, thank you for your contribution to science today.
CROC: What exactly is it that you plan on doing with my blood, doc?
LANGSTROM: I’m hoping that it’s mutagenic properties will help to aid with particularly
tricky ailments; cancer, Alzheimer’s, even deafness. That’s the purpose of my study.
CROC: [amusedly] Hm.
LANGSTROM: You find that amusing?
CROC: I find it ironic, hoss.
LANGSTROM: How is that?
CROC: I’m sure Professor Strange told you about my natural immunities to most afflictions
due to my…condition. But did he give you the full story?
LANGSTROM: There’s more to it than that?
CROC: I’m hungry, doc. ALWAYS hungry.
LANGSTROM: Yes, I’m aware of your cannibalistic tendencies.
I’ve been told it’s a part of your psychosis.
CROC: [laughs] Right. It’s because my “brain has regressed due to my animalistic
appearance.” What the Professor don’t tell you, or anyone else, is that it’s in my blood, doc.
The hunger, it takes me and it takes anything it wants.
LANGSTROM:
…Am I supposed to believe that? It seems like you just don’t want me to take your blood.
CROC: [sighs] Fine, don’t believe me. But once you use my blood to make a cure for deafness, or
whatever, don’t come crying to me when things go wrong. I’m a crocodile, I ain’t got tears to shed.
LANGSTROM: Clever. [buzzer sounds] Guards, we’re done here.
CROC: Like I said, hoss. Your funeral.