6th Bong Hit

[princeofpuzzles]

[The Riddler sits at a table finally back in his home-sweet-home, wherever that may be. A few papers are strewn about it and a couple of books. He writes something on the paper and stares at it in deep concentration.]

Then that states that...these words.

They're...gorgeous. So eloquent and poised and moist and shiny and delicious and luminous

Comments

[plantsnturtles]

Uh uh. I don't want any robot hands near my junk.

[princeofpuzzles]

You need more progressive thinking. Robot hands might be the best near your junk.

[plantsnturtles]

But when the Robot Apocalypse shows up, bad things could happen. I just don't think you've thought this through, is all.

[princeofpuzzles]

Are you undermining my intelligence, boy?

...When is the Robot Apocalypse.

[plantsnturtles]

"Boy"? Way to make me feel young.

Uhm. Dunno. Next Tuesday? Seems like a good date for it.

[princeofpuzzles]

...Then I will set the pants-removers to shut down completely on next Monday.

[plantsnturtles]

Good thinking.

[deliciousham]

Robot hands near your junk aside, don't you think he's acting kind of... off his game?

[plantsnturtles]

Talking about crazy shit that makes no sense?

[deliciousham]

Yyyyyyep.

[princeofpuzzles]

Sirs, I would not prefer you speaking as if I weren't here.

I would prefer you speaking as if I were a frog.

[plantsnturtles]

I'm not finding you a chick to kiss and turn you semi-decent-looking, if that's your game.

[princeofpuzzles]

That would be nice, but no. Wait. No. If I was turned semi-decent-looking, then I would be less good-looking than now.