Subtitle: Morbid Has A Song Stuck in her Head
((When I get a song stuck in my head, I cannot get it out. So, I'm having the inmates of Arkham suffer with me! Featuring basically all the Rogues. ))
Today was just like any other day in Arkham's recreation room, except for one thing- the radio was on. Yes, the staff had decided that music might help with the patients' therapy, and had placed a small antique radio on a table in the corner.
As a classical piece ended, the disk jockey came on in a burst of annoying rambling that no one paid any particular attention to.
"And since this has been our most requested song, we'll be playing it for the rest of the day!"
"Hmm. It must be a great song," Ivy observed idly.
Thus, the song began.
Ma ia HII, ma ia HUU, ma ia HO, ma ia HAHA"ACK! Shut it off!" Nygma lunged for the radio. Joker tripped him, snickering.
"What song is it anyway, Eddie?"
Alo, salut, sunt eu, un haiduc
"The most horrible song in existence! Turn the damned radio off!"
Si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericire / Alo, alo, sunt eu, Picasso"Is that Romanian?" Crane wondered, looking up from a chess game with Tetch.
"SHUT OFF THE RADIO!" Nygma demanded, flailing his arms. Joker rolled his eyes.
"Yeesh, Ed, lighten up." Strolling casually over to the radio, Joker tried to turn the dial on the ancient machine. "Uh…" He struggled with it. "Hey Eddie, guess what?"
Ti-am dat beep si sunt voinic / Dar sa stii, nu-ti cer nimic
"Why haven't you turned it off yet?" Nygma whined irritatedly.
"Well, I would if the dial would turn! It's stuck!"
"What do you mean, 'it's stuck?'" Ivy asked. "Nygma's right, the song is irritating."
"Yeah, but the dial is STUCK!" Joker glared. "Someone else try it then!"
Vrei sa pleci dar nu-mã, nu-mã iei"Gah! I hate this song!" Nygma covered his ears as Ivy stood.
"Oh, for heaven's sake…" She too tried to turn the dial. "For once, Joker's right. The dial won't turn."
Nu-mã, nu-ma iei, nu-mã, nu-mã, nu-mã iei"My god, we'll have to listen to this all day!" Crane murmured in horror, staring at the radio. Tetch gulped.
Chipul tãu si dragostea din tei / Mi-amintesc de ochii tãi.
-One hour later-
When the guards finally quelled the fight and separated the inmates, they were amazed that none were injured at all, except for a scratch here or there, and all accidental. Regrettably, there was one casualty—the antique radio was never heard from again.
The end.
((A/N: Soda to all those who recognized the song. :3))