Apollo slumped, defeated, against the wall. Klavier had him, he knew it. There was only one way out of this: bluff.

"OBJECTION!" he roared, suddenly strong. Klavier looked up, slightly surprised but still confident.

"Yes, Herr Forehead?" Klavier asked.

"I-I thought I would think up a question while I was yelling," said Apollo, "But I didn't. You win, Klavier."

"EXCELLENT!" Klavier cried. He started to play the air guitar.