I'm calling the police.
Don't bother. Phones use radio waves, which are basically light waves, which can't escape your mirror lair.
I am like 70 percent sure that's true. Your only chance is to fight your way out.
Should I not pursue the 30 percent possibility that you might not be right?
There's no time. Also, as the owner of this hall of mirrors, you have certain obligations as the villain of this fight.
I'm not the villain!
The only people who own halls of mirrors are villains and carnival owners. So which is it?
I guess I'm a villain then.
Do you have like a cruel echo-y laugh?
I don't think so.
OK, let's try some cruel taunting at least. Shout out that he's a con-tractor. Stress the "con."
And I have time for this?
Like he "conned" you.
No, I get it.
Say that it's "like he conned you."
I'm like 70 percent positive he gets it too.
Now yell that you're going to teach him a lesson.
We'll fake it. Did he say anything back?
No. Wait! THERE HE IS!
FIGHT LIKE A CHAMPION!
It was a mirror, wasn't it?
"He knows every move before I make it."
That might be a recurring issue.
I think it might, ye- ... THERE HE IS!
FIGHT HARD. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.
A mirror again?
Ahhhh! My fists!
Ahhhh! My open palms!
OK, let's at least get you a weapon so you can stop slapping yourself in the mirror.
Oh, I've got a weapon for that.
Seriously though, you don't have a glove made of knives, do you?
With me? No.
Other than mirrors, is there anything near you? The kitchen?
Uh. Maybe. Here we ... OW. Another mirror.
OW. OW. OK. Here we are. Whoops. Nope. Entertainment center.
What kind of entertaining do you do? Is it full of, like, whips?
I've got a television and a stereo and an Xbox in there.
Hmm. How about a Wii?
Maybe in the back. Why? Oh no.
Yes. This, more than anything else, is the one moment the Wii has been waiting for.
I'm pretty sure this is contraindicated by the manual.
WARNING: PLEASE ENSURE WRIST STRAP IS SECURELY FASTENED BEFORE USING NUNCHUK IN A HALL OF MIRRORS.