Detta cackles, improvising a little from how Harley's already taunting him. "True, dat. De capitol's poisonin' him wit' dere tiny liddle machines, de language teachin' ones! Dey get into yore brain and den you can't tell yore own t'oughts from de ones dey want you to think." Another witchy cackle. "I can almos' see dose puppet strings from here!"