A pane of glass behind the wall reveals [[Batman]] oozing through your giant ant farm prison, tunnels full of Batman. "You've really done [[it]] this time, Joker," it murmurs in a disorted, squelching bass.

Batman, gelatinously attenuated, creeps through the [[maze|wall]] of dirt. Strands of batgear-plasm stick in its wakes, tendrils of melted batarang stretching like wads of gum, face impossibly enormous, pressed against the glass like a pancake.

You steeple your fingers as a quaking, helpless laugh shakes your emaciated frame silently for a few moments and then builds to phlegmatic wheezing.\n\n"[[YES]], BATMAN, I'VE REALLY DONE IT, HAVEN'T I"

Batman is [[screaming]].

A musty rectangular vault the size of a cathedral with the ambience of a drained Olympic swimming pool. The entire hall is navigable solely by [[rollercoaster]]. Anyone attempting to traverse by foot will fall prey to the crocodiles and the landmines.

You hop into the nearest rollercoaster. Automated systems send you rolling and coasting on wooden tracks, up and down and whirling around. The G-forces upset your nervous stomach and you spray acidic puke into the death swamps below. Crocodiles bay their discontent.\n\nArriving at the exit, you hop off with a clickity clackity of your two-tone shoes. The exit door, a massive animatronic [[nose]], expands its nostrils to hoover up your pheromones. "Easy does it, nosy," you giggle, swatting at the flaring proboscis.\n\nThe nose rises into the ceiling, exposing the path to the outside world. Burnt moonlight wafts through your greasy hair, filling your guts with possibilities.\n\nNothing's going to stand in your way [[today]]!

YOU'RE THE GREEEEEEEEAAATTTTTEEEEESSSTTTTTTTT TTTTTTHHHEEEERRREEEEE EEEEVVVVEEEERRR WWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSS

Your screeching laughter echoes throughout the [[cavern]]. Batman oozes along the winding tunnels of its prison.

You rub your eyes. Just can't get a good night's sleep with all this racket!\n\nThe noise continues from behind your bedroom wall. You slam your palm on the big red button beside your four-corner canopy bed. Unseen machinery grinds as the [[wall]] slides upwards.

AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA\n\n[[*snort*|rollercoaster]]

BECAUSE [[BABY]]

The self-same nose that would lead to your downfall several years later when it evolved a form of demonic intelligence. But who could foresee such a thing--what are [[you]], Nostrildamus?