[The Joker looks down at the camera, which is either on a table or in his lap. His features are haggard and he's wearing a makeshift purple scarf. Outside of this, there are few details to take in. With the lighting it's impossible to tell where he is.]

Hallo, Norfin-fury, on a scale from one to ten, one being "abysmal" and ten being "I've had better" how's YOUR week been?

[He coughs into his fist.]

Well, it's about to get even better.

While the rest of you mouth-breathers have been loafing around in the snow I've been a busy little bee. Ace chemist, remember?

[He taps the side of his head.]

Sooo who's to say I haven't been concocting all kinds of wonderful toys since I got here? Maybe I even hid them around town. Along walls. In the tunnels. I'd say you have aboouuut...

[He licks his lips and rolls his sleeve back, showing a childish drawing of a watch on his wrist.]

....Oh, 24 hours, give or take a skosh.

[He drops his chin into his palm.]

After that I'm getting this party started and we'll put the "boom" in "boomtown". Thank me for the warning, by the way. Let nobody say the Joker isn't a sporting man.

...I'm sure that the hive will wake the heck up two minutes from me posting this. Don't bother looking for me. If ya do there will be another death on your hands. This time it really is a hostage situation.

Just keep your mind on the prize: Finding my bombs. All of them. Look high, look low.

Keep moving....keep moving....

[His eyes turn slightly crazed, as if haunted by a recent memory as he reaches down and turns off the tablet. The last thing he says sounds like "Follow the Spiral".]