The Inquisitor
| The Inquisitor | |
|---|---|
| Monster ID | 1879 |
| Locations | Trivial Pursuits, LLC |
| Hit Points | 100 |
| Attack | ? |
| Defense | unknown |
| Initiative | 0 |
| Meat | None |
| Phylum | dude |
| Elements | None |
| Resistance | None |
| Monster Parts | Indeterminate |
| Drops | |
| Manuel | question juice |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting The Inquisitor"Maybe you know the answer to this one, Batfellow," The Inquisitor says, removing his glasses and bowtie and unbuttoning his shirt. "'What is the number-one pastime for inmates in Gotpork Penitentiary?"
"It's --" you begin, then stop as The Inquisitor removes his shirt, revealing a torso packed with rippling muscle.
"Bodybuilding," he finishes for you, and cracks his knuckles.
Hit Message(s):
"Okay Batfellow, see if you can answer this one!" The Inquisitor shouts, then punches you in the face. "That wasn't a question!" you growl. "Oh, sorry. 'Can you answer this one?'" He punches you again.
"How does it feel to get punched in the solar plexus, Batfellow?" The Inquisitor asks, and demonstrates. You wheeze wordlessly, trying to draw air back into your lungs. "That's correct!"
"What muscles most determine the power of a forward punch?" The Inquisitor asks you. "The pec- oof!" you growl. "That's right! The pectoral muscles!"
You lose 30 hit points.
 | You acquire an item: question juice |
Occurs at Trivial Pursuits, LLC via This is Not a Test.
