The Joker hummed a merry tune as he gathered toghether the supplies he needed for his escape.  Sure, he could just brew a neurotoxin in the toilet and poison the guards, but that had been done SO many times before.  This time, he wanted something special, unique.  He grabbed the head of the plunger in the bathroom and tore off the rubber end, leaving himself with a nicely phallic little stick.  He then gathered his collection of straigthjackets, and draped them over his back, forming a cloak of sorts.<br/><br/><br/>The Joker grinned psychotically as he left the restroom, heading for the barred gate leading to the prison's cell block corridor.  Now all he needed was an army of pidgeons and some way to control them...