One of those days, hitcha like a freight train...

Matthias was much perkier now.
"All the little chicks with the crimson lips go Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!"
... Okay, so maybe perky for Matthias is 'terrifyingly insane' for most people. Especially since he was still in the halls of the dungeon, and he was completely and utterly lost. That was OK, in his mind... he was armed, he was dangerous, and he could take just about anyone who came his way. It must feel good to be so completely and foolishly confident in your own abilities.
"'ey, whoi'?"
He stopped dead, and then turned toward the source of the sound - a hugely overweight, 1-eyed prisoner. The truly peculiar thing was the eye was huge and in the center of his face. He had no nose, and a face full of razor-sharp teeth (a few of them had been knocked/ripped out).
"'allo 'ere guvnah, whoi' da 'ell is Cleevlund?"
"Cleaveland is a place in Ohio. What're you in for?"
"Oi... weh', I muhduh'd a few folks... ate thei' heahts, spleens, and livahs.... and 'en nailed thei' bodies t' a wall."
"Ah. Have any idea where I am?"
"Oi! Y'don't know?! Yer in th' deepest paht 'f Lahkin's dunginz!"
"... How do I get out?"
"Follow tha' wall 'ere, y'll come t' a dooh."
"Alright... thanks."
"Wait! Take meh wit' ye!"
"Can't, cyclops man... I need my spleen."
Matthias did as the cyclops instructed, and it didn't take very long for him to get out of the dungeon. Not that it was that big an improvement... sure, fewer prisoners, and it wasn't quite as damp, but it was still hopelessly complex... and before you knew it, he was lost again.
Didn't discourage him, though. He continued walking down the hall, smiling and humming, disregarding the maids and servants he passed.

"FREEZE!"
Matthias turned around. Another guard. Oh, joy.
"Didn't Larkin have you sent to the dungeon?"
"Yes," he said, considering as if this question were very difficult. "Yes he did."
"Then you'd better have one helluvan excuse."
"Would you believe good behavior?"
The guard thrust the electrical staff toward Matthias's face. He leapt backward, just barely avoiding the point. It still singed his shirt.
"You son of a bitch! I paid fifteen dollars for this shirt!"
"What's a dollar?"
Matthias leapt through the air, spinning the shockstick he held, and then tried to strike the guard. He dodged, barely avoiding the electrical tip. The cyborg landed and did something that was obviously unexpected - threw the stick.
VZZZZZZZZZZREEEEEEW.
The guard fell over. Matthias took it upon himself to see to the guard's brains decorating the floor, then continued down the hall.
"Hmm... four down, and I've hardly broken a sweat."
A shadow peered at him as he passed. Indeed, his arrogance would be his downfall.