I came up with an appropriate riddle about 15 minutes into the show, and was excited to stump you all with it. But I'm a busy villain, and I can't just wait around until midnight for you people. Too bad, it was a really good one.

For the record: no riddle this week because if the A.V. Club can't be bothered to post a review at a reasonable hour, I can't be expected to wait up for it.

All right then, my Monday nights are booked for a while. See you after tonight's show, chumps friends chumps!

Joker? Please, if anyone in Gotham's going to commit absurd thefts and leave geography clues behind, it's me.

Hmm, well, you got the full riddle right but not all of its parts, so… I'll have to deduct some sort of penalty. At some point. When you're least expecting it. Use your imagination. See you then!

Bees. My God.

Show your work first!

Glad to be back, Willy Pete! Good to see you again, though I regret that it's not occasioned by a better show. Care to solve the riddle and school all these newcomers?

Yes, by all means, people, keep guessing random words that end in "pathy." How many could there possibly be? I've got more booby traps where these came from!

You're safe for now. You were only thinking about making a stupid guess, and I'm not a believer in Thoughtcrime.

That's because you are sane!

Now, I like looking at question marks as much as the next man who is also me, but you are aware that I don't give partial credit, yes?

Oh… my… I can't…

Oh, by the way, if Kirk is still lucid, tell him to give my regards to Francine!

How dare you, sir! Oswald is a dear friend of mine, and he would never rob someone upon meeting them! He'd send goons to rob you in the dead of night and threaten your family with grievous harm if you even thought about going to the police! Really, this insult cannot stand!

Ah yes, the classic "shouting random words and hoping one is the right answer" method. Sure, it may not work, it may cause you to look like an escaped lobotomy patient, it may cast doubt on the very concept of human intelligence, but… I forgot where I was going with this sentence.

What a delightful pile of nonsense you've compiled! I can only hope your sense of whimsy comforts you in the painful, painful days ahead.

I see. Still wrong!

I've met a few wizards in my time, and none of them wore tailored suits. Well, Constantine, that one time, but he's pretty much allergic to clean clothes, so that didn't last.

Aw, poor guy, you just have no idea what's going on here, do you? Oh well, they've gotta learn sometime.