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The next contestant on BRAIN DRAIN?

What's the prize?

Oh gee let me think.

*taps chin for a second*

What about say..YOUR LIFE!

How completely un-original.

At least I do it in style.

Or at least you think you do.

But I'm curious. Tell me the rules.

I give you three riddlers. Get them right and you keep your life.

Simple?

Oh and you might want to hear the fine print. Either way you're going in that.

*points to the overly glowing green machine behind her.*

Or..

She paused to push aside part of her jacket, revealing three knives, a grenade, a flask, and a handgun.

I could just kill you in one of many fun and exciting ways and not go in that thing.

*roles his cane down his arm and catches it, flipping open the button and pauses his finger over it.*

I press this and you die so please stick to my rules first. I'd hate for you to make a mess.

My family's proven pretty hard to kill.

Her hand went to the gun.

But we can play "Who's faster?" if you want to.

Why don't you just answer the riddles like a good little girl?

When the outcome is the same either way, why should I?

Either way you're going into the machine but if you get them right I won't kill you afterwards. I might give you to Two-face. He's cranky this timeof year.

Her hand left the gun.

Two-Face?

My so called partner you can't miss him. He's like a living star sign.

Partner, huh? Last I'd heard, he worked alone. Then again, last I heard of him was five years ago.

You haven't missed much he's still the same. Odd socks for what mood he's in. Won't stop picking...

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