After the pencil trick, I'd be forced to chase you down to a local carnival and into the Tunnel of Love where, after a rather brutal fight, I'd break your neck. Expressing your dissapointment for not killing you outright, with every last ounce of energy you have remaining, you twist your own shattered neck with a rather sickening sound, ending your long reign of terror. Why?
(See? Aren't comic books just for kids?)