Take the guns, take the bombs. Storm police headquarters, and kill... and kill! Bring me the head of the old man Gordon. I will carry it through the streets. And the Batman who thinks he can mess with us... I will tear him limb from limb!

They think we just noisy kids. Only when they die by our hands will they know Gotham City belongs to the Mutants! We will kill the old man, Gordon. We will chop him, we will grind him. We will bathe in his blood. I, myself, will kill the fool Batman. I will rip the meat from his bones and suck them dry.