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

[deadster_awake]

[Have a robot with a dopey grin]

Hey there, little Riddler-guy! Music is good, words is... fraggit. I can't remember. Deadboy needs his music.

Love the color scheme. We oughta screw.

[princeofpuzzles]

Music is wonderful! Everywhere! I can hear it now! Yes...

...Screw as in screw in bolts or otherwise? Because I assure you I am humansexual. Or. What is that. Yes. Humansexual.

[deadster_awake]

[transforms into 'Signor Finite', but wearing red sunshades in lieu of his usual eyepatch]

I can accomodate! Because I am just that awesome!

[princeofpuzzles]

That is a very large hat, sir, which flatters me, but I am not in a reproductive mood.

I am in a...

I don't know what mood I'm in. I forgot.

[deadster_awake]

[Drag-Finite is sad] I am becoming sad. No one appreciates the Awesomeness that is Me.

[He sits down and begins to weep]

[princeofpuzzles]

You are too awesome for others to comprehend, that is the problem.

[deadster_awake]

Yeah. It's a terrible burden, being so awesome.