So you head upstairs to where the Riddler is always at.
You bust in the door and shout, "I'm ganna kill you, Riddler!"
"Alright then," says the Riddler, "bring it on.
Let's fight one on one. I hope you stretched this morning."
Oh no! You just remember that you didn't stretch this morning.
You go to kick at Riddler's head, "Ow! Crap! I got a cramp!"
You fall to the floor in pain. The riddler begins to kick you
in the gut. He picks you up over his sholder and drops you off
the second floor. You are barely conscious but after a few minutes
pass you notice a car sound screeching your way. You turn over
just in time to see the Riddler's mad face driving the car as
it smashes your face into the concrete. Dang, that's gotta hurt.
Well, you can't feel anything. You dead.
