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he could…but would he

Swamp Thing: Very well... But hear this... Men of the City.I have tolerated... your species... for long enough.Your cruelty... and your greed... and your insufferable arrogance...You blight the soil... and poison the rivers. You raze the vegetation... till you cannot... even feed... your own kind...A... and then you boast... of man's triumph... over nature.Fools. If nature were to shrug... or raise an eyebrow...Then you should all be gone...I want... my wife. You have... one hour.

Swamp Thing: I stand in an orchard... of streetsigns and parking meters...From across the wilderness city... the wind blows fragments of music... percussive, robotic, distant...My consciousness seeps out... through the filaments... and shoots...Abby... I want you back. I want you back... and I do not care... about civilization.The wilderness... can have it all.Abby... I have made of this city... a fabulous bouquet. For you. All for you...And those who took you from me... have not begun to taste... the fruits... of my retribution.

Swamp Thing: Hear this... Men... of the city...Gotham... and Gotham's champion have fallen... to the Green.Nowhere... is safe. No one... is safe... until she... is safe... with me.Remove my wife... from your prisons... or remove Gotham City from your maps.You have until dawn.

Swamp Thing: You thought... that it could not... get worse. You imagined... that things... had reached their limits.Do not... delude yourselves... There are... no limits.Wherever vegetation dwells... there I dwell also. There are plants... in your reservoirs...There is flora... in the human intestinal track...Do not... tempt me.For the last time: I... Want... My... Wife.No more delays. No More talk.