"Do you see double? I assume so. I think it's fascinating. My brain did the same thing, I would suppose. With the Scarecrow." Jonathan finally found what he wanted and pulled out the spray device he had, swapping the cartridges. It was a customised inhaler that sprayed a lovely, controlled puff.

"I'm sure you saw my work before. People keep using it. It's swift panic and screaming, biggest fear, all very fun. Useless for us." Jonathan got to his feet and then sprayed the toxin around them both. "We want lower dose, more intensity. We will panic, we won't lose our minds. Well... too late, I suppose."