6th Bong Hit
[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 and matriarchal and fungal and pretentious and parenthetical and brilliant!
[He suddenly presses his ear to the paper, listening intently.]
Yes! That's wonderful! Revolutionary! A machine that takes off your pants for you!
[He sits up straight again and pauses in thought.]
But first food. Yes, food.
Then that states that...these words.
They're...gorgeous. So eloquent and poised and moist and shiny and delicious and luminous and matriarchal and fungal and pretentious and parenthetical and brilliant!
[He suddenly presses his ear to the paper, listening intently.]
Yes! That's wonderful! Revolutionary! A machine that takes off your pants for you!
[He sits up straight again and pauses in thought.]
But first food. Yes, food.