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He talks in shorthand.
Unhand them, you fiend.
And furthermore, in addition to Batgirl being kidnapped...
and as soon as you show them law men your backside, you're all set for funning again.
It hardly seems like a fair trade, does it, Robin?
What's that beeping?
Shame on you, Shame.
Now, don't you fret none, Shame, honey.
but I can't make heads or tails about the "rock" and the "roll."
Chief, we'll take the Batgirl. That way the police won't bother us none.
We got 325 wild horses under this here hood.
- Ha, ha. - What's up?
She's our insurance policy.
And me.
Yeah. This must be the place, all right.
Nice timepiece you have there, Shame.
A moment ago, I spoke to Batgirl on that Batphone.
- That means, uh... - Good.
Good.
You take this grub-steak out, and buy a acetylene torch and a drill.